Warning! This is explicit content 18+, so you must refrain from mentioning your age, especially if you are underage.
I originally started this series back in 2017, so most of these are old. However, I've moved all of the Punani-moistening, tear-jerking good stories to the front. They will have ✦ by their names to indicate my best works.
If you want some really good refreshing stories that are memorable, check out my book about f*cking monsters, The Devil May Lick me, and or the other one-shot books and yandere books.
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ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ/ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ║Pokémon Sword & Pokémon Shield
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「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」
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❝ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ❞
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Now onto the smut :)
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*Note, it's been said that Raihan's ethnicity is South Asian, Muslim
*I messed up on the height in the last chapter. 6'6 is (198 cm) so Raihan's 6'8 is (203 cm)
Huffing aloud, your feet came to a halt once you reached the battlegrounds. Shouting and intensive roaring of dragon-type pokemon echoed around the extensively large stadium.
Placing a hand on your hip and dropping your duffle bag onto the ground, you narrowed your (e/c) optics at the man baring his fangs as he displayed a wide grin at his Trainers.
"Raihan!"
Your voice reverberated within the stadium, which ceased any other movement. The pokemon trainers all froze for a moment before their attention flung to your frame.
"(Y/n)!" The dark-skinned man bellowed out as he sped over to your frame. His towering 6'8 (203 cm) body seemed to grow in height with each nearing step.
His sweaty elongated arms opened to entrap you in a bone crush hug, and you cringed upon the sight. "Don't you dare touch me when you're coated in sweat!" You hissed, but his grin never wavered.
Instead, he ignored your words to engulf you in his arms and shove your face against his sticky bare chest.
Your (e/c)'s enlarged face blazing with heat from the contact. "Raihan, you're nasty!" You snapped, which only prompted him to laugh.
It rumbled against his chest onto your own body, stimulating your insides with your cheeks rivaling the heat of a fire.
Clicking your tongue, you hid your face against his body and accepted his hug, your arms wrapping around to hold him close as the both of you relished in the presence of the other.
His arms grew tighter, his heart beating faster against his ribs while he hummed with satisfaction.
Feeling eyes watching you closely had, your skin enflamed like lighting a torch. "Okay, Raihan. That's enough; people are watching us." You murmured while attempting to push him away, but he only tightened his hug.
"No, I don't think I will." He replied back with a light laugh that tingled your tummy from the angelic noise. "I haven't seen you at all in six months; let me hold you just a little longer. Won't you give me that? Please, Doll?"
Your ears erupted in mind-numbing heat. Slapping your hands against his firm stomach, you attempted to push yourself away, but it was to no avail.
"What did I say about nicknames!? It's embarrassing!"
The dragon tamer pulled back only far enough so he could meet your gaze but remain holding you in place.
Your stomach fluttered with that loving look he gave you, and it only increased when he reached a finger to your face so he could swipe a thumb over your bottom lip.
"You always say you hate them, and I always say I'll never stop." His response prompted you to scrunch your nose and finally force yourself out of his hold.
"A-At least not in public!"
He bellowed with laughter while reaching for his phone, using the opportunity to snap a quick picture of your flustered face that he could almost see emanating with heat.
Raihan turned back to his trainers and waved them off, signaling that the day's training was over. They waved goodbye to both of you, and your attention remained on their departing figures until the giant man grasped your hands in his gloved ones.
"Don't be a tsundere and give me a kiss, pretty girl." He crooned and you could feel your insides quivering.
It's been a few good months since you've heard him call you those stupid lovable names and they still had the same effect on you every time.
"I am not a tsundere!" You barked while glaring into his beautiful teal optics but once he gave you that devilish grin you snapped your gaze away. "...I just don't deserve all that flattery."
The onyx-haired male tightened his hold on your hand to regain your attention. When you slowly flickered up to look at him you noticed his usual grin had fallen.
"(Y/n), you say that every time."
You furrowed your brows and gradually shook your head, your lips pursing without you even realizing it. "No, I don't. It's just that I don't like overpraises and false cajolery." You replied which provoked the dragon tamer to tug you closer to his body so you pressed right up against him.
Although his tiger orange hairband obscured his forehead you could already tell his eyebrows were furrowed deeply.
"Come on, (Y/n). I just got you back from your expedition after six months, can we not start this?" The strained tone in his voice drove your throat to tighten and your abdomen to ache.
"Start what?" You quired while pulling out of his hold. "I'm just telling you how I feel. I'm already your girlfriend, you don't need to keep complimenting me."
He groaned aloud and grasped at his locks in the protective coif, tugging on his tied hair before heaving a heavy exhale.
"We may be together but that doesn't mean I need to stop marveling at somebody that I love so much. Every day it's like I find something new to admire and appreciate." He placed a finger under your chin to gaze into your eyes. "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful stunning woman I have ever met. You put the sun to shame with how bright your smile is. The stars could never compare to how much your eyes glimmer."
Steam must have been wafting off your figure from how overwhelmingly hot his compliments were making you feel.
Your head was hazy to indicate lightheadedness which encouraged you to swallow thickly.
"T-This is what I mean, I don't deserve it! You just like to see me all flustered-" Your speech came to a halt when the man reached for your thighs and hauled you up against his body.
He held you firmly with your hands instinctively flying to wrap around the back of his neck. His nude-colored lips were scowling, not due to anger but annoyance.
"I am your boyfriend, a man so utterly in love with you." The tone of his voice was not sharp; however, he clearly was displeased. "So everything I say is not some faux flattery just to see you flustered. It's because I want you to understand how I perceive you."
Your lips felt clamped shut with glue, stuck together with a sense of guilt infiltrating its way into your heart. That pained expression, his fangs baring was not something you meant to cause.
It was just so hard to accept his compliments, or anyone's for that matter. You just don't understand why anyone would waste their breath on you like that, even if they were in a relationship with you.
Leaning forward, you connected your lips with his while pushing your chest against his bare one. He remained hesitant at first but you know he can never deny a sweet kiss from you.
His grip on your thighs tightened as he angled his head so the kiss could deepen. You still smelled of the jungle, of fresh healthy vegetation that conflicted against the sour odor of his sweat.
He could taste the ripe fruit you must have been consuming on the expedition as he sucked on your tongue.
Breathless groans and teasingly quiet moans reverberated from your chest and it only drove him to desire more of you.
Lightly tapping on his shoulder, you forced him to focus and pull away slightly so you could breathe. "C-Calm down; I just got back." You replied only for him to grin and lick his tongue along your lips.
"Exactly, you just got back." And he resumed the kiss as if it was the air he needed to breathe.
Deciding to sway your embarrassment and indulge in your desires you kissed back feverishly, your hands migrating to his protective hairstyle to tug on it.
He hummed, his hands reaching farther up your leg until one of them pulled away to slam down and slap upon your bottom cheek.
Your body jolted against his, a gasp echoing out as he used the opportunity to drive his tongue in your mouth and taste every bit of you.
You were out of breath from his lewd actions and he could tell so he pulled away to place a smooch against your lips before intertwining his tongue with yours.
Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth and at the sensation, you quickly pulled away and wiped it with your sleeve.
"Don't do that, it was hot!" He voiced and dug his fingers into your bottom.
Punching his shoulders you wiggled and squirmed until the giant placed your feet on the ground of the stadium. "Shut up! I let you get away with too much."
He displayed a wide vibrant grin that showed his piercing white teeth and sharp fangs. "You know you liked it."
Clicking your tongue you reached for your duffle and turned to face the exit way. "Well I haven't eaten anything since last night so I hope we could go out for some regular food."
Nodding his head the giant ran over to a bench to dress in his dragon-type uniform and hoodie before rushing back over.
Upon his return, you began ambling down the hallway however the dark-skinned man wouldn't allow you to progress any further until your hands were clamped firmly together with his.
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Dropping the duffle on the ground you let your body fall upon his mattress, your (e/c) optics shutting as you relished in the soft comfort.
"Oh my god how I've missed an actual bed!" The words were muffled but Raihan still managed to understand. "I like sleeping on the ground but unsteady gravel and a thin sleeping bag were not it for six months."
The dragon tamer pivoted on the balls of his feet so he could fall backward, bouncing your body for a few rounds.
"Ah, I'm stuffed." He announced, a hand patting his firm abbs that in no way shape or form would ever look anything but muscular.
"And I missed junk food so much." You murmured with a faint exhausted voice.
Raihan turned on his side slowly so he could wrap an arm around your midsection and pull you against his chest.
Your back met his warm heated body while his fingers snaked under your shirt to trail lines up and down your tummy.
Fluttering butterflies danced under your skin from his touch with your heart skipping a beat.
"And I've missed you so much." His voice was right in your ear, his breathing fanning it and increasing the heat from the extensive blood flow to your labyrinth.
Gingerly reaching down you held your hand atop of his, squeezing it tightly. "I've...missed you so much too."
The giant hummed with satisfaction and kissed your ear before covering your jaw in them. You laughed lightly from the ticklish sensation until those giggles were swapped for a moan.
His warm lips left lingering kisses across your throat, his fangs lightly grazing across your skin to stimulate it.
And then he began to suck on it, nipping until he broke the capillaries below and bruised your skin with his markings.
The stinging sensation was pain that felt so good. It spread across your chest like lightning striking the ground.
"R-Raihan~."
He released an audibly long breath before placing his forehead against the back of your crown and hugging you close to his body.
"F*ck, you just got back and I know your exhausted but I can't help it. You're just so pretty." He breathed in your hair and you could feel your body temperature rise from his words.
"Y-You're just a horn dog." You replied, cursing yourself for stuttering like some school girl.
The giant laughed, his hand that trailed along the skin of your tummy rose to your jaw so he could stroke it with his calloused fingertips.
"I'm a horn dog if I wanna f*ck all my love deep inside you?"
Your heartbeat quickened. "Yes!"
"Then I'm your horn dog that you gotta get under control." He murmured before placing a swift smooch on your lips. "But because I know you're exhausted I'll keep it my pants...for now."
You rolled your eyes and slowly sat up, a knot stretching uncomfortably in your back which prompted you to groan disdainfully.
Raihan could almost picture the deep scowl and furrowed brows from your aching body. He sat up himself and grasped your shoulder so you could turn your head to face him.
He kissed your lips once again before smiling against them, humming as a kitty would. "Alright, I'll run you a bath and when you get out I'll give you a massage."
Offering him a lopsided smile you nodded your head. "No funny business?"
He raised a palm to face you with another laying across his chest where his heart fibbed beneath. "I promise, I just want to make your time at home comfortable."
You swallowed strenuously and dropped your gaze to your lap. "This isn't even my home-"
"Ah!" He interjected and reached for your warm cheeks so he could hold them in the palm of his hand. "My home will always be yours as well, it's our home, (Y/n)."
Staring into his glimmering teal eyes you felt frozen at the moment, just completely overtaken by his heartfelt gaze.
Laughing in your throat you shook your head and leaned back so his hand could fall from your face. "Just run the bath."
He shook his head lightly with his signature grin. "Of course, I still remember exactly how you like it."
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The sweet mouthwatering aroma of food emanated in the air, your senses heightened as you began to awaken. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains and burned your eyes from behind your lids.
Groaning audibly, your body shifted as a hand migrated to shield you from the rays.
Shuffling could be heard before the curtains were closed and footsteps neared your half-asleep frame. Succulent lips were placed upon yours tenderly before Raihan's hand caressed your jaw.
You hummed, unconsciously leaning into his hold as your heavy eyes gingerly squinted open.
Even in the dim room, you could make out his vibrant grin that was ever so lively.
"Hey, pretty girl. Good morning, did you sleep well?" He quired in a soft voice that was contrary to his youthful appearance.
Rolling your eyes at his nickname you nodded your head wearily and carefully sat up. The covers fell from your shoulders, your joints cracking audibly with a satisfied groan resonating from your lips.
"God(s), I haven't slept that good in months. I always had to be ready in case a pokemon wanted to conduct a sneak attack." You replied before yawning, your jaw aching for a moment from the pulling on the tendons.
The dragon tamer nodded his head in understanding before leaning forward to place a kiss against your warm nose.
"Well, I'm glad you slept so good, and now it's time for you to eat so well too." He mused while his arms carefully wrapped around your shoulders and the back of your knees to heave you in the air.
Air wooshed past your frame from the movement and for a second you were lightheaded until he began his crusade out of the bedroom.
The delicious fragrance grew stronger once he reached the dining room and set you down at the head of the table.
A variety of delicacies littered the glass surface, all ranging from meats to fruits to vegetables.
"I wasn't sure if your taste changed since being on your expedition so I made a 'lil' bit of everything for ya."
Staring in utter disbelief you shook your head and connected your gaze with the man who took a seat next to you.
"This must have been so much work. We easily could have gone out to a diner for breakfast, Raihan."
Placing a plate with utensils in front of you he ignored your words. "We could have but I wanted to cook for my girlfriend." His teal eyes flickered over to the food before regaining your gaze. "Besides, I like seeing your pretty face when you eat my food."
Heat ignited from beneath your skin and flared out the longer he stared at you unwaveringly. He reached for one of your favorite fruits and bit into it before leaning over.
One of his hands grasped your jaw to slant closer to him and your lips connected. Gasping from the sudden contact he pushed the fruit into your mouth with his long tongue and pulled back to showcase a devilishly triumphant grin.
"Now you can either eat up or I can feed you with my mouth again if you would like." He cooed and observed the way you seemed to freeze like a computer.
Nearly choking on the fruit as you swallowed his smile grew from your reaction.
"U-Uh Uh, Raihan!" You snapped but he merely laughed, the noise echoing in the dining room.
He poured a glass of juice before setting it in the corner of the place matt. The dark-skinned man was acting like a househusband waiting on you hand and foot which elicited your stomach to swirl heavily.
What an odd fantasy and one that was far from ever coming true.
"Come on, eat up! Get all your energy back so we can make up for the lost time." He exclaimed with his lively grin and you pursed your lips at his words.
"Are we not just going to relax?"
"We are but I think you'll need to have a bit more energy to relax with my c*ck in your p*s-"
You threw a spoon forward which struck him right in the middle of the forehead. "Watch your mouth, you nasty boy!"
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"Watch my mouth, huh? Don't be so hypocritical when you're the one screaming for more now." He hissed in your ear, tugging on your hair so your chin could point towards the ceiling.
Your teeth ground against each other as each forceful thrust of his hips drove your body harder into the couch cushion.
His c*ck grazed along sensitive spots both deep and shallow inside that had your eyes rolling back into your head.
He ceased his thrust to remain buried within you and pulled on your hair again whilst he reached his other hand to hook in the corner of your cheek.
"Don't you remember how loud you would scream? How filthy you were choking on my c*ck with tears running down your face?" He chuckled under his breath and grinded himself in you, his back arching the slightest as he remained inside but still afflicted the tender spots against your walls.
You could barely respond with coherent words, just mumbled mess echoing out in the living room. Everything within your head was running around at the speed of sound.
"And how could I forget!?" Raihan released your mouth to reach up to his head and remove his tiger orange hairband.
Without warning, he wrapped it around your neck before yanking the ends so the cloth could choke you.
Your (e/c) eyes widened, the shock and pain of his action had your whole body tense. Everything tightened...your throat, your stomach, your walls around his c*ck.
He inhaled a profound breath while he twitched inside from the tightness only suffocating you could provide.
Reaching to grasp the hairband you fell forward, your forehead pressing into the armrest with his hips driving harder against you so he was the absolute deepest he had ever been.
As if flicking a switch you were completely under his control, limp and basically unresponsive. No longer were you moaning curses and instead, the only thing that could be heard leaving your lips were weak wheezes.
God(s), you loved it when he choked you. Regardless if it were those big strong hands or his hairband. Pressure on your larynx was a pain that shot down your abdomen like lightning strikes on earth.
It spread like branches of trees that clawed you closer to another org*sm.
The more you fought against the cloth choking you, the harder he pulled and tugged. The lack of air was almost intoxicating, like a drug that wasn't good for you but you still desired more.
Asphyxiation had all those pleasurable chemicals flooding your deprived brain. Everything was extra sensitive but you were also more aware.
Choking against it you could feel the dripping of sweat down your back and behind your knees. An ache in your nipples, throbbing as if it demanded to be touched right then and there.
The stretch of your slits widened to take in the shape of his bulbous c*ck. Shaped so deliciously thick all around his shaft that was the slightest shade lighter compared to the rest of his dark skin.
And his fat leaking tip that kissed the deepest part of you so desperately but would also reach so far down your throat you gagged on it too.
You whimpered before wheezing out when he pulled the ends even farther apart. It burned against the skin of your throat, you were sure there would be a darkened mark but you didn't care.
Nothing mattered but the pressure on your neck and that pretty wet d*ck buried inside your walls. They shaped so tightly around him - molding - to be the only form that he could fit in.
Tears dribbled down your face and soaked the hairband around your throat. Saliva crept from the corners of your lips that drooled across your chin.
It began to become difficult to see but despite that your lips were pulled upwards into a massive grin, teeth grinding into each other with the most er*tic expression you could involuntarily portray on your face.
Raihan peeked his head down at an angle to observe the way you looked. And to him, it was like you were nothing more than a masochistic wh*re that had been touched starved for six months.
Absolutely filthy you were under him at that moment. It was so embarrassing but so f*cking hot.
Slowly pulling the cloth together he released some of the strain against your throat, you inhaled a profoundly deep breath before having it taken away from you when he yanked it apart to asphyxiate you once again.
"Ack~!"
Your head was thrown back, a divot deep in your spine whilst you dug your nails into the couch cushion. At that moment with your head so light and deprived of oxygen, you came with a choking wheeze.
"Hehe~! You came just from me choking the sh*t out of you!? You really are the nasty one, pretty girl!"
Your eyes rolled back into your head as white overtook your vision. The tingling in your abdomen spread all across your legs which drove the last remaining bouts of strength to give out.
The dragon tamer crotch that was already drenched in a predominantly white cream from your earlier org*sm has once again become coated in another climax.
A ring of white surrounded the base of his c*ck and dripped down his aching balls. That action was stimulating but he almost came right then and there from the squeezing of your walls around his shaft that was still sowed inside.
He sucked in a breath, his balls tensing and the need to c*m overtook every one of his senses.
With your body trembling and vision blanking out he released the hairband around your neck and threw it on the ground without a care.
Immediately you coughed and wheezed in an attempt to inhale the oxygen you were deprived of. Your body fell to the side, leaning against the couch as you reached for your tender bruised throat.
Raihan smiled at you, a sickeningly sweet grin that grew when he pulled out to step off the couch and lean over your figure.
One of his hands grasped your hair, tangling it between his fingers so he could pull your head upwards.
With no strength to defy him, you allowed yourself to be forced up even if the strain of your scalp irritated you.
His other hand reached down to his slimy wet c*ck that throbbed so painfully with a need to release. He slapped the tip across your tear-stricken face before pumping himself.
The squelching of your org*sm that coated his length echoed loudly within the living room. His soft grunts grew to audible huffs; sweat dripping down the side of his face.
You merely stuck out your tongue and like a greedy sl*t begged him in your own way to paint your face for being such a good girl.
The pace of his hands increased, edging him to his release that was right there. Raihan's grip on your hair grew firmer with the nearing of his org*sm.
"You want it, right? You want to be covered in c*m like a nasty b*tch, right?"
His teeth ground against each other while he breathed laboriously, the bluster of his muffled grunts and groans resonating even louder in the room.
The dragon tamer's leg's tingled, its muscles overstimulated. His balls ached to release the tension that built up within.
Raihan's stomach contracted, his ribs pressing against his skin as the overbearing tingling sensation in his abdomen swept through his nerves.
He cursed under his breath while you licked his leaking tip to help inch him closer.
"Nhg~!" He abruptly moaned out as it finally hit. His breath was caught in his throat while he aimed it towards your face.
His hips bucked forward with his toes curling against the floor. His back arched the slightest with a blissful expression forming on his face.
The man gave his throbbing c*ck one last heavy pump before feeling his c*m arising through the hole. His breathing was erratic as his stomach flexed and contracted at a ragged pace. His mind became blank as the euphoric feeling of his org*sm hit him.
Your tongue stuck outwards and you shut your eyes to protect it. Without a moment to waste he called out your name as his warm spurt shot out and landed on your face.
You flinched from the contact at first but quickly grew relaxed by the familiar feeling. Thick and sticky, landing all over the surface of your front.
On your cheeks, over your nose; trickling down your succulent lips. His c*m mixed with the tears that once stained your face and saliva that drooled from your mouth.
"Oh, f*ck. You spend all that time on your make-up to look pretty but you've never looked prettier than with my c*m on your face, baby girl." He murmured in a low hoarse voice.
Gingerly you opened your eyes, weary of the small trail that flowed from your forehead to observe his flushed expression.
Your tongue was still laid out so he took the opportunity to place his still throbbing head on the muscle and release that last bit of c*m he had welled up inside of him.
The dark-skinned man was in a state of ecstasy from all the pleasurable sensation and when your mouth wrapped around his tip to suck he immediately began trembling.
"That's enough, pretty girl." He warned and stepped back so his semi-hard c*ck could fall from your mouth.
You huffed in disapproval but the man merely chuckled and reached for his phone on the coffee table.
"Close your eyes and smile." Your boyfriend ordered and you already knew what he wanted. You detested your picture being taken but you couldn't help but feel slightly exhilarated by it at the moment.
So like a good girl you did as you were told, sticking out your tongue to showcase the white liquid splattered on your tongue, and heard the shutter of his phone go off.
The picture showcased everything. Your damp hair from your sweat that was still tangled within his fingers. Dried tears, bubbly drool, and his thick spurts of c*m coating your face.
He even managed to get a bit of your naked form that was covered in contusions and bites. And even a few small cuts from when he grazed his sharp fangs a little too hard on your skin.
"That's so f*cking hot, you're so f*cking hot." He praised breathlessly and set down his phone on the coffee table. "I wanna go again!"
"No!" You wheezed which prompted the giant man to only grin at you cheekily. He carefully untangled your hair from his hand only to reach down and pick you up in a bridal hold.
"Fine, later...but for now let's take a shower. We are so sweaty and we still have breakfast to finish."
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"And this is where I almost fell off a cliff being chased by a Rayquaza before I caught that damn thing." You laughed at the image that was displayed across your Tv screen. "I was looking for a Mega Rayquaza so I was pretty bummed when all I found were those ones."
"Really?" Raihan quired in a low voice while he angled his head to look down at you. His arms wrapped tighter around your shoulders as he pulled you again to his side on the couch. "Rayquaza are legendary pokemon said to have only been alive hundreds of millions of years ago. Don't you realize how extraordinary that it is?"
Nodding your head you focused your gaze on the screen to hide your quivering lip in the dark that wanted to grin proudly at his words.
"You're amazing. Absolutely, undoubtedly-" He leaned forward, his noise briefly brushing against yours until he placed a kiss on your lips. "-amazing. You make me so proud."
The blazing heat once again returned to your face, so hot you were sure you must have looked like a steaming kettle.
Your stomach swirled with something heavy and your heart skipped the beat of its regular palpations.
"Don't be lying to me, you know how I feel when you exaggerate things." You murmured while you attempted to look away but he grasped your lower jaw to keep you still.
"I'm not lying!" He rose his voice for a split second before clicking his tongue. Releasing your body the dragon tamer turned slightly so his profile faced yours and stared down into your eyes with an unwavering gaze.
"Everything you do is...is incredible. You sacrifice a lot of your time to research and study pokemon both ancient and alive. You're basically some pokemon whisperer because I have never seen or met anyone who can tame feral - legendary - pokemon. You've found things that have cured illnesses; genetic coding that restores fossils. Come on, not to mention you were the Champion of the Kanto region's Pokémon League for years when you were just a kid until you basically...handed it over."
You pursed your lips and shook your head with minuscule movements. "Well, I didn't deserve to hold it for so long."
His shoulders sagged slightly before he removed his tiger orange hairband from his forehead to rest against the couch.
"(Y/n), you deserved to hold it for as long as possible. Nobody, I mean nobody could beat you. And when you gave up your title and owned that gym, nobody made it past. Arceus, I can just remember all that time you spent grinding, growing your team to the strength they are at. You put everything into your work and-and you still do! So I'm tired of you always saying you don't deserve any of it when we both know you do."
The dark-skinned man clicked his tongue and waved a hand in the air. "I bet if you wanted to reclaim your title you could beat the current champion in a heartbeat, KO-ing every single one of their pokemon with just one of yours." His voice boomed within the living room and you could just tell he was upset.
His furrowed brows, the sharp angle of his teal eyes, the prominent scowl, he was irritated with you.
And you didn't understand why he felt such a manner. Without you battling, you only needed to place your focus on your work and him. The fame and glory didn't do anything for you anyway.
Gingerly reaching your hands up to his jaw you pulled him down to kiss his forehead to free it of its furrow before placing another on his succulent lips.
He responded back eagerly, reaching down to your hips and pulling your body against his until he pulled back swiftly much to your displeasure.
"You always kiss me to distract me but this is something we need to discuss." He stated.
You recoiled from his words and shook your head. "We have nothing to discuss. Shouldn't we just-" Your Rotom Phone's ringtone went off which quickly caught your attention.
"I need to get that." You didn't even wait for his response as you stood to your feet and ambled over to the tv stand where your phone lay resting.
Disconnecting the cords you glanced down at the number before answering it urgently. "Hello? Dr. Ingar? Is something the matter?"
"No, you make it sound like something is wrong however it's quite the contrary! I've just had a breakthrough in the bones and I believe we can trace the origins of another legendary pokemon that would rattle the medical field for years."
Your lips morphed into a massive grin as you exited the living room and entered the bedroom for more privacy.
"That's amazing! I was sure it would at least require a few months!"
The doctor hummed on the line and you could almost envision the middle-aged man nodding his head. "I did too but really all I needed was my equipment and interns and we managed to figure it out so quickly! That means hopefully we can leave on another expedition in a little less than a month and we'll be in a much more rural area for far longer than our last one."
Your smile immediately fell from your lips like an angel plunging from heaven. "S-So soon?" You stuttered your question as you silently closed the door. "I thought you said I could be home for half a year? For Christmas, New Year, and-and Raihan's birthday."
Ingar replied with a yes before clearing his throat. "Of course, I thought it would too but this is an extraordinary discovery that we must make haste as soon as possible."
You stood unmoving for a moment, your myriads of thoughts rushing through your head. You could only hear your heartbeat in your ear until a knock at the door brought you back to earth.
Jumping in your spot, you swallowed thickly and coughed. "Alright, I understand, thank you!" And ended the call as soon as possible.
The door opened and you spun on the balls of your feet to face the man who peeked in with a worried expression.
"(Y/n), are you okay?"
Nodding your head you subconsciously hid your phone behind your back. "Yeah! Yeah, my forensic anthropologist was just calling to let me know about some breakthrough he had with the bones we discovered."
"Well, that's good." He murmured before entering the room. Striding closer he immediately grasped under your thighs and heaved you in the air, your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.
"Raihan I'm heavy!" You screeched but he merely laughed and kissed your lips. Immediately melting into his kiss, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you deepened it.
Your tongues intertwined with each other, tasting the breakfast from earlier. The hunger your stomach once felt before had returned and you desired to eat him up.
With lungs burning, aching for air the two of you pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other.
Your ragged breathing filled the room before it was interrupted by a slight giggle from the giant man.
"Don't kiss me so intimately. You don't even understand how pent up I've been." He grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs.
Displaying a lopsided grin and moving your hands to grasp his jaw, you placed a tender smooch on his succulent lips.
"I know, my thighs and throat still ache from earlier." Your (e/c) optics glimmered brightly with your cheeks growing in heat. "But I've really missed you..."
Without warning your back was pressed against the firm mattress so he could lay you down comfortably and let his mouth suck deep profound ringlets on your collarbone.
He stayed away from the dark markings he caused with his hairband and decorated more of your collarbone than anything.
You hummed audibly, playing with his hair in the protective style that was silkier than any other thing you've ever felt.
"You need to stop seducing me, we've got all the time in the world now that you're back." He expressed in a breathless tone against your neck whilst his hands snaked under the t-shirt he gave you to wear.
A heavy sensation of guilt swirled within your tummy. You knew you had to inform him that plans had changed, that you would be leaving so soon for much longer.
But you didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Yeah, but even so love me like you never have before." Your fingers tugged the bottom of his shirt and he quickly discarded it as if burned to have it on any longer.
His well-formed muscles flexed from his movement, clearly due to his intense training and exercise.
He hovered back over you and caressed your warm tummy with his calloused fingers. Shivers erupted down your spine, butterflies fluttering under the skin with your heartbeat dropping to your cl*t.
"You're basically asking me to hurt you, (Y/n)." He breathed, his head cocking to the side as he examined your appearance that he was so utterly in love with.
You couldn't fight the grin that displayed across your face and threw your phone somewhere on the mattress. "Maybe I am."
Raihan hummed, shaking his head before leaning down and kissing your lips with slow intimate movements.
"You did so well earlier that right now I'm taking my time with you." His voice was quiet in the bedroom but held the intensity of bellowing it out for the world to hear.
A hand reached down to your bare thighs and squeezed, the pads of his rough fingertips digging into the plush flesh.
Your fingers played with his onyx-hued locks, lightly tugging his hair out of the rubber bands so it was loose before entangling your fingers in them.
They were long, reaching down and just barely grazing past his jaw. Even with the undercut, his hair was still so thick.
He pushed himself against you, desiring to feel your warmth and to feel your body against his.
A hand left your thigh only to creep up to your stomach and snake underneath the clothing item. He caressed your bare skin, dragging his calloused fingertips along your sensitive tummy.
The man was touched starved, deprived of any sort of contact for far too long. The sensation of touching your own skin drove him to a pang of hunger he never knew he had.
He thought he quenched such a thing earlier in the morning on the couch but he was so in love with you that he desired to be connected with you intimately again and again till he couldn't even breathe.
You were the reason he woke up in the morning and made every day productive so he could rest at night and dream of being in your arms.
Now that all those days he waited in anguish were over and you were here, he didn't understand how he even managed to keep himself sane.
Hesitantly he pulled away from your lips to reach for his t-shirt you were wearing and yanked it over your head with your help.
And with skilled hands, your bra was next to be removed so your torso was completely bare for his eyes to see again.
His gaze ignited flames beneath your skin that ached to be touched in any manner he could provide. Whether it is his big hands to caress your limbs, appreciating it like you were a goddess he desired to worship.
Or his lips, kissing every inch until nothing was left untouched. You had been gone for so long, his marking had since then vanished and he didn't like that one bit.
Perky nipples hardened under his gaze and he swallowed thickly. Ah, words couldn't explain how much he enjoyed toying with them, watching you bite your lip and feeling your hands tighten their hold on his body.
He reached towards your bruised neck, lightly kissing the mark he made with his hairband before trailing them down your body.
You shivered from the anticipation and swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Oh, how you've missed those lips on your body.
Eventually, those lingering smooches turned to him sucking, lightly nibbling, and teasing you with his fangs pressing into your skin that threatened to draw blood.
The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly, like a sweet hymn to bless him.
His tender intimate sucking and kissing gradually lowered to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your body only to grasp your mounds.
"I-I forgot how big your hands were." You mumbled with your heartbeat becoming more prominent in your cl*t.
He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh before glancing up to grin coyly at you. You watched as his long tongue stuck out from his mouth and circled around one of your nipples.
The heat of his extremity drove your hips to angle upwards, your crotch pressing against his to feel his prominent bulge.
Closing his mouth over the aching bud, his teeth grazed against it while he massaged and molded your other breast in his hand.
Your lips parted with a breathless hum reverberating out in the room. The butterflies in your tummy returned to flutter and spread through your nerves, only fueling your s*xual desires.
Raihan hummed around it before kissing your nipple softly, almost as if he didn't want to leave it alone but had to.
No words were spoken as he removed his hands from your chest only to graze them lightly down your stomach to the hem of your shorts.
He pulled them down with a bit of your assistance so you could be fully bare, vulnerable in a way but you had never been so comfortable with someone as you had been with Raihan.
The giant grasped your inner thighs, pressing lightly into the bites he made earlier so he could open your legs to him.
Your breathing was already labored with your chest rising and falling rapidly. You watched his expression morph to one of utter delight as if he was amazed by the sight in between your legs.
No matter how many times he has seen your most intimately hidden area, he was astonished that he was even gifted the right to be there.
It was embarrassing to have him stare for so long and as if getting the hint, he grinned cheekily before removing one of his hands to pull down his sweats and boxers.
Such a long thick c*ck, heavy and hard with surging blood flow. Pretty shiny tip leaking the slightest bit of pre-c*m.
And it was all yours, any time you wanted it.
Grasping close to the head he pressed it at your entrance, prodding teasingly before resting it just the slightest bit inside.
His hands migrated to intimately hold onto your waist, his face inching down to your tummy where he placed wet kisses along it.
All the while he enters himself inside, he hears the ragged gasp of amazement and contentment leave your lips.
Even though he had already been buried deep in your body hours ago, you had to relax and grow comfortable with his girth.
He was caring, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as one hand stroked your hair in a manner to distract you.
More intimate and tender than before when he was just raw f*cking, he wanted this moment to be more endearing.
And when you finally adjusted he asked what you wanted him to do. Did you want him to move? Or just stay buried inside and allow your wet smoldering walls to c*ckwarm him?
He already knew the answer but he liked the confirmation.
Softly he heard the words he wanted and kissed your forehead in understanding. He drove his hips backward, feeling the tightness grow with every inch that he pulled out until only the tip resided.
The emptiness was undesirable but thankfully the lovely dark-skinned man rolled his muscular hips back towards you and plunged himself so deep inside.
It was the start of his mindboggling thrust, the sensual rolling within and jutting of his hips.
He didn't just pound in to reach his high, he started slow and grazed against spots that had you squirm beneath him. His pace only grew when you begged for more, pleaded for him to go harder.
He did exactly as he was told, increasing his speed but stroking inside so deeply. There was nothing the two of you wanted more than just being closer.
But there wasn't any closer the two of you could get with your legs clutching onto his hips tightly, your chest pressing against his.
You could hear his breathing become ragged close to your ear with your face resting against his toned chest.
The cool room that once rivaled a frozen tundra had now risen in temperature close to that of a sauna. Even with the lack of clothing the close proximity of your bodies was as if sitting by a fireplace.
Nothing else filled your head but the man that drove himself deep inside and skimmed against every sensitive spot in you.
He made you barely able to speak, quivering from his powerful strokes that sent jolts of delight all through your body.
Raihan was nothing but attentive as he praised you highly in your ear. Everything you made him feel, he made sure you knew it.
This time he strayed from the degrading nicknames and settled for sweet praises that informed you of good you were doing.
He worshiped you highly, even thanking you for picking him, choosing him to be the one you opened yourself up to.
The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A stupid lascivious expression covered your face, already overwhelmed by the girthy c*ck inside that brought you closer and closer to an org*sm.
Another org*sm that would definitely be followed by multiple until the both of you couldn't even move.
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His ear rested on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your back. You watched the movie on the screen in your bedroom, running your nails along his scalp as he rested on your tummy.
It was close to six pm and you still had yet to eat dinner however both of you were already exhausted, for obvious reasons.
Your eyelids felt heavy, drooping from the fatigue. Words couldn't describe how comfortable you were in that chilled room.
With the man you adored resting on your body and your legs against his bare waist, a thick comforter was over your bodies due to the a/c.
Yawning out you attempted to be silent but you could feel the man shifting. He hummed, his eyes still remaining close to shield his teal optics however he leisurely placed a kiss on your clothed stomach.
"Should we call in some take-out?" He quired with a groggy voice.
"Sure." You replied and began massaging his scalp. He groaned out in relief and wrapped his arms tighter around your body.
"I love you so much." He whispered. "I don't know what I did to get someone like you."
You bit your lip and remained silent, massaging his scalp and toying with his soft locks that he didn't tie up. Even though he spoke of ordering food not one of you moved to grasp your cellular device.
Remaining in a place that was far too comfortable to leave, you two continued to lay in silence before the dark-skinned man broke the stillness first.
"(Y/n), I have a question and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. I just want you to hear me out. Okay?"
His words had broken through your exhaustion and immediately you could feel yourself tensing. Anxiety flooded your brain with you instinctively feeling every pumping push of your blood through your veins.
"O-Okay."
The giant let one of his hands reach under his dragon sweatshirt you were wearing and rested his open palm on your warm tummy.
"Have you...have you ever thought about having children, like together?"
Your eyes enlarged for a moment, completely unprepared for what he had just asked.
"Well, I have." He replied and inhaled a deep breath, his fingers grazing over your abdomen where your womb rested beneath. "I've thought about it, a lot... Me and you, we're family already but I'd like to grow it. I'd like for you to be home more, to watch your tummy swell with our child."
You ground your teeth together in an attempt to hold back a sob. There was an abundance of emotions swirling inside of you, all pelting you with anxiety.
"A child... a child is a commitment to each other. We'll always be connected to one another, even if something goes wrong and we break up. And what about my career? It'll stop me from traveling and it won't be safe to go out and search anymore."
Raihan's fingers came to a halt on your stomach before he abruptly pulled it away. "We're not going to. I'm never going to leave. How many times do I have to tell you that you're the love of my life and always will be?" He snapped before raising his head to look into your eyes. "And with your career, you can keep doing it. We don't need to have one now, maybe someday in the future."
You looked away but he gripped your jaw and forced your gaze to remain on his. He wasn't portraying his usual vibrant smile, rather he appeared vexed.
"You can't tell the future, Raihan." You replied which promoted his fingers to tighten on your jaw but he would never hurt you in a forceful manner. "People change and there's nothing saying we'll be together forever. We're only in the moment."
His breath became stuck in his throat.
"I may not be able to but I do know how I feel. It's never going to change, it's never going away. I know I can tell you that I love you and it's just words but I thought that my actions were proof enough." He released your body and sat up before standing to his feet.
His back faced you, his muscles flexing as he stared ahead. "You know what, forget about everything I just said. It was stupid anyway."
"Raihan-" You called but he shook his head and reached for his Rotom Phone on the dresser.
"Don't worry about it, (Y/n). It doesn't matter. I'm just gonna call some take-out, you can stay here." He stated in a much more indifferent tone of voice that drove your stomach to sink.
Before you even had a chance to reply he had left the bedroom and now that you were alone the chilliness of the room made its way to your bones.
It was cold, so cold it hurt.
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Your gaze remained on your plate while you swallowed slowly. It was silent between the two of you, the only sound echoing in the dining room was his chewing.
Gingerly glancing up at the dark-skinned man who focused on his dish, his chopsticks held tightly between his fingers.
"Raihan." You called timidly.
"Hmm." He hummed but his gaze remained on his food.
The hunger you once felt no longer resided in your stomach. With every bite, you began to detest the taste even more until eventually you couldn't even stand the morsel any longer.
Setting down your chopsticks your hands unconsciously fiddled with the promise ring on your right middle finger.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Not at all." He replied after a second of stillness. "I was just being selfish so don't worry about it anymore. I'm sorry."
His face definitely contradicted his words. The giant usually always maintained that devilish smile on his lips that matched the mischievousness in his teal eyes.
Now he appeared insensible, with not a twitch or clue of how he was feeling.
He reached for his phone and began scrolling, something the social media-obsessed male never did when the two of you were eating.
Even the aroma of your food was beginning to make your stomach churn and throat clench.
"Raihan, it's not your fault at all. It's mine, I just..." You sighed heavily and swept your tongue over your bottom lip. "I'm not ready. I don't know if...I'll ever be ready. I know you want children, a bigger family but I don't know if I can give that to you."
You could feel your bottom lip quiver, the inner corner of your eyes stinging. "I'm...I'm happy with just you but if I can't give you what you want then-" Your words came to a stop when the man pushed himself up from his chair and ambled his way over to you.
He leaned down from his imposing height to kiss your forehead before caressing your cheek in his large warm hands.
"What I want is you. Forever and always, so let's stop talking about this." He whispered before giving your face a light pat. "I'll do the dishes, and you go take a soothing shower in the meantime."
Raihan didn't wait for a response from you and picked up the dishes to bring into the kitchen. You sat still, unwavering guilt setting in your stomach that made it hard to move.
The sound of rushing water from the sink echoed within the home, dishes clanking against each other, and silverware hitting the metal tub.
With heavy movements, you stood to your feet and trekked towards the bedroom to grab your things before entering the bathroom.
You took your time washing your body, your hair protected from the water since you already cleaned it earlier that day.
For a while, you merely sat on the floor of the tub and replayed the day over and over again in your head.
It was the first full day back home in six months and it was more emotional than you ever thought it would be.
And you still had yet to inform your boyfriend of the change in your next expedition date. That would just kill Raihan even more.
Turning off the water and drying your body with a towel you didn't even want to think about it any longer.
You only dressed in your bottom undergarments and Raihan's t-shirt. When you entered the bedroom the giant was sitting on his side of the bed, leaning over with his back to you and his shoulders slumping.
"Hey, I'm done." You stated and observed the way his refined back muscles tensed before relaxing.
"Okay, I'll shower now." He replied, maintaining his back to you as he opened his dresser and placed something inside.
You raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Raihan didn't say much after that whilst he reached for a towel and a change of clothes.
When he neared your frame he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left just as quick as you entered.
Sighing audibly you flicked off the light and fell onto the mattress. Chilled air coursed through the bedroom, goosebumps arising all over your skin which prompted you to hide under the thick comforter.
You stared at the gloaming ceiling, listening to the muffled bluster of the shower and brooding over the same thoughts.
A headache was forming, acting as if a bat was being bashed against your cranium again and again. Pulling the blanket over your head you curled into a fetal position and held your arms close to your chest.
You don't know how long you laid restless but the feeling of the bed dipping acquired your attention.
"Raihan?" You whispered but the man hushed you.
"Shhh, go to sleep. I know you're tired." He expressed quietly and reached for your body so he could hold you firmly.
Your back rested against his bare chest, one of his arms hiding under the pillow with another wrapped around your midsection.
He was warm, so warm that you could already feel sleep taking over your limbs. You yawned, snuggling closer against him as the two of you relaxed.
"I know we don't talk about your past but I just want to remind you that it's different now, (Y/n). You deserve every single thing that you have, that you've gained. And I'm not here using you just for your time or your name, giving you flattering comments to keep you by my side."
Raihan kissed your ear softly while caressing your waist over your shirt.
"I really do love you, I love you with everything I have. I'd give up my life just so you could be happy forever. So everything I do is for you, baby. Everything, so please open your heart to see it."
You know what he said was truthful and from his heart but things take time to heal, your commitment issues were far too prominent in your life to get over so quickly.
However, there was no one that would wait till the end of time as Raihan would.
"Raihan." You whispered in that silent bedroom that only rung with the hum of the a/c.
"Yes?" He quired and hugged you closer to his body.
You could hear him breathing faintly, exhausted too and ready for sweet sleep to take him into its arms. "Thank you."
"You don't even need to thank me. All I want is for you to be happy, forever and always."
...
"I love you, Raihan."
"I love you too, (Y/n)."
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Three weeks had passed in a blur, faster than you would have liked. Raihan had done everything he could to make up for the six months you've been gone.
Whether it be feeding you home-cooked meals every morning or massaging any part of your body that needed the pressure of his big firm hands.
The dragon tamer was there any moment you needed him but also provided you with space and private time so he didn't smother you too much.
However, there were times that he couldn't control himself like a beast and devoured - ravished - you like the starving animal he was.
To say you were beginning to become exhausted as if you were out in the jungle was an understatement. You had always thought your stamina was decent for having to travel for so long and carry such heavy equipment.
But Raihan had shown you how much you were really lacking.
"P-Please! No more! I-I can't - ahhh~!~"
His teal eyes glowed devilishly as they flickered up to meet your weary gaze. Tightening his hold on your plush thighs, he let his tongue glide up your slit to clean your pulsating c*nt free of his c*m.
It still oozed out of you, dripping onto the dining room table and pooling into a puddle. His mouth widened the slightest so he could press his tongue within your hole and devour what remained inside.
Your breath became caught in your throat, only a weak wheeze echoing out. It wasn't until the man pulled away could you respire again.
"Don't say such cute things." He breathed and placed a slobbering wet kiss on your abused cl*t. "We're going to miss our reservation if you tempt me more."
You swallowed thickly before throwing your head forehead, a glare evident in your glimmering (e/c) optics while you slammed your thighs against his head aggressively.
"Maybe if you controlled yourself for once we'd be able to take our time!" You snapped.
He laughed aloud, the vibrations tickling the bundle of your nerves that had your whole body shiver.
"It was also your fault for wearing that dress. You know it always gets caught between your a**-" His words came to a halt when you squeezed your legs even tighter to suffocate him.
"F*cking horn dog! You always act as if you're going to die if you don't get your d*ck wet!"
Raihan grunted before using his brute strength to pull away, gasping for air with your mixed liquids of pleasure dripping from his succulent lips.
He swept his long tongue over his mouth, staring straight into your eyes so he could observe the way your gaze wavered.
"I can't help it. You're so f*cking pretty I really can't help it if I want to just hear the woman I love moan for me." He expressed with a coarse tone that was more suggestive than anything.
Your tummy that had already been overstimulated from before had once again tingled from his words.
Clicking your tongue and turning your head away you attempted to sit up but the ache in your lower body had yet to numb over.
You sigh in defeat and rested your back on the table, allowing for Raihan to raise your left leg so he could kiss your ankle before trailing them all the way until he reached your c*nt.
He provided his favorite meal with one final kiss as a message of remembrance. That once the plans for the night had finished your dress would once again be hiked to your waist and he would be drowning deep inside of you.
"R-Raihan." You warned and he nodded his head.
"I know, I'm done for now. I'll be your personal chauffeur for the rest of the night to make up for it." His eyes were shut but that wicked grin of his divulged his perverted thoughts.
Carefully he placed down your leg and released your body before stepping back and wiping his face and semi-hard c*ck with a rag.
His black slacks hung down by his knees along with his boxers only for a moment longer until he rose them to cover himself and buckle his belt.
Your legs remained open so he could gingerly caress your c*nt to clean it of any saliva and c*m. Now clean you reached for your undergarment but the giant grasped it first.
He hung it limply in front of your face, teasing you with the sight of the drenched fabric before stuffing it into the inside pocket of his suit coat.
"You're just asking to be hit, Raihan." You threatened.
The dragon tamer merely grinned before fixing your dress and picking you up in a bridal hold.
"Alright, Doll. Let's go make it to dinner before Leon and Sonia kill us for being late."
"It was your fault, horn dog! Your vigor is that of a teenage boy!"
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Your hips ached as you sat in the chair, the strain from earlier still yet to be a benumbed sensation. That stupid boyfriend of yours acted as a dense loyal dog who provided soothing rubs on your back and light massages on your thigh.
Galar's former champion Leon and Professor Sonia were not ignorant or slow-witted. They knew the both of you for years, more Raihan than you but still.
Considering the fact that you had only been home for close to a month after being completely unreachable for a half year, they were surprised you still had enough energy to even attend the friendly dinner.
You might as well be a princess with an obsessive dragon that wouldn't let you out of his sight for even a moment.
"So..."
Leon's voice obtained your attention, your irritated expression falling and displaying one of curiosity to the eggplant purple-haired male who sat across from you.
"How's it been being at home? Surviving with your needy boyfriend?" He quired.
You sighed and slapped the back of your hand over the dragon tamer's chest. "What do you think?"
The table erupted in light laughter that was drowned out by the sweet live piano music on the stage.
Once it died down your attention turned to the dinner plates that were placed at your table. Everything was made perfectly, the restaurant paid special attention to everything they provided for you all since everyone at the table was someone of importance.
The conversation continued lively as the four of you enjoyed the expensive meal and indulged in the liquor and wine.
You knew your tolerance was mildly low so the ones who drank the most were the two males. Considering that Leon was 6'0 (182 cm) and Raihan was 6'8 (203 cm), they could drink and drink without being too affected by the alcohol.
The only one who hadn't touched any of the intoxicants was Sonia who mindlessly sipped from her lemonade glass.
"Not feeling it tonight?" You asked the peach-haired female.
She glanced upwards from her plate before displaying a vibrant smile. "No, I haven't been for a while." She replied which gained Leon's attention.
He cocked his head to the side before inclining toward yours and Raihan's direction. "Are you sure?" The professor pressed which prompted the former champion to nod his head.
"We have something to tell you that we haven't told anyone else yet." Sonia started which immediately gained all of your attention.
The two grasped a hand together over the table and gave each other a reassuring look before turning to face you and Raihan.
"We're pregnant."
Your (e/c) eyes widened, shocked for a moment before you displayed a lively smile. "Congratulations you two!" You announced and raised your wine glass.
Sonia and Leon smiled back just as brightly, their face flushed with a ruddiness that blossomed like roses.
"I'm so happy for you guys," Raihan stated while bringing the mug to his lips. You turned to face him and observed his expression.
He appeared happy, his lips portraying a proud smile and his cheekbones raised. However, there was this glint in those pretty teal eyes that disappeared as fast as it appeared.
Feeling your eyes on his he turned to face and leaned down so he could kiss your cheek. One of his large hands reached over to grasp your thigh through the skirt and squeeze.
"It's okay, I'm okay. Remember we already talked about it. I just want you." He whispered so the two across from you couldn't hear.
Even though he said those words you still couldn't help but feel guilty. Raihan's greatest rival and closest friends were living his dream - growing their family.
And what was stopping him from it was you.
God(s), your head hurt. Tightening your hold on the wine glass you brought it back to your lips to drown in its heavy intoxication.
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Inhaling a breath of chilly air, you walked along the shore while holding on to Raihan's hand tightly. He held on firmly and remained silent, enjoying the peaceful sereness of the ocean.
No words were exchanged as the two of you trekked across the beach in silence save for the crashing waves that sang their own song of the night.
The wind rushed against your frame, caressing your skin to arise visible goosebumps.
"Cold?" Raihan observed.
"A little." You replied which prompted the giant to shimmy out of his suit jacket and place it over your shoulders.
It was warm and smelt of him. You couldn't describe the fragrance, just that it smelt...masculine. For some odd reason, it was refreshing but also comforting.
Maybe you should just steal his cologne.
Raihan suddenly ceased his slow strides so he came to a halt. His body turned to face you, one of his hands reaching to your face to caress your warm cheek.
"You look so pretty under the moonlight." He praised.
The heat rushed across your body, stunning you for a moment until you clicked your tongue and turned your gaze away from his.
"Shut up before you try and f*ck me on the beach." You stated harshly, but the giant simply hummed and stepped closer to you.
He wrapped his arms around your body, hands reaching to your bottom so he could grasp your cheeks tightly. "Beach s*x sounds rather appealing right now. Seeing your amazingly breathtaking body glimmering with sweat under the shining moon."
"Stop!" You hissed and pressed your hands against his face. "Your d*ck better not be getting hard already!"
"Too late!" He mused, his smile displaying his sharp fangs. Ah, those fangs that he would drag across your skin, threatening to draw blood until it did.
The way it always stimulated your skin aroused you greatly and just remembering how he would graze it across your cl*t had it thump for a moment or two with your heartbeat.
You sulked, mentally preparing yourself for the ache, the strain in your limbs from his muscular body. But you would be lying if you said you weren't interested in s*x on the beach.
The dragon tamer laughed aloud at your face and shook his head. "We can save that for next time, pretty girl. For now, let's just enjoy this." He stated and released your body so he could step back.
He reached for his Rotom Phone in his back pocket and turned it on. "Can you face the moon, I want to take a picture to post."
You narrowed your (e/c) eyes. "You know I hate my picture being taken."
"I know, which is why I told you to face the other way."
Puckering your lips from his words, you huffed but diligently turned around and faced the rising shore and shining moon.
You could see the outline of his flash on the water and hear the shutter of his phone. Waiting a moment, you remained still before circling around.
However, you didn't expect to find Raihan on one knee. A velvet black box opened to reveal a diamond ring that must have been worth thousands of dollars.
"(Y/n)-" He started, and you could feel your throat tightening.
"When I first met you I remember I couldn't even breathe. You took my breath away with that dazzling smile and when you looked at me - even though it was only for a moment - I felt as if I was given a new meaning."
The inner corners of your eyes stung, blurring over and distorting his kneeling figure.
"You had such thick walls built around you that I couldn't even get close. I can't even count the number of times you hit me for trying to flirt with you or the number of times you rejected me." He appeared to be reminiscing in the memory before returning his gaze to yours. "You didn't let that mask down for anyone at all until one day you were the one seeking me out to train. I wanted to show off but you literally annihilated me without even breaking a sweat!"
He let out a loud boisterous laughter that echoed out and sang with the wind.
"I fell in love with you right then and there. I knew it wouldn't be easy but I was willing to try no matter how hard it was to get you to see that. All I wanted to do was make you happy and stay by your side."
Raihan reached for your left hand and held it tightly, squeezing it and you could feel him trembling with nervousness.
"I am in love with you, only you and forever it will only be you. Nobody else is ever going to fill my heart. I ask you to marry me because I only want to ever be with you. I like calling you my girlfriend but I would like it even more if I could call you my wife."
"(Y/n)." He called and you watched him swallow thickly. "I ask that you accept this ring. I ask that you take my last name. I ask that you accept me into your heart because this is not just a fleeting romance. This is love that'll last for years to come."
"You have me, until every last star in the galaxy dies. So will you marry me?"
The palpations of your heart were irregular, beating far too fast to be sufficient. Blood rushed through your entire body and you could feel each individual pulse of it through your veins.
You loved him. You loved him with all of your heart, with everything you could offer. Nobody had ever broken down your walls. Nobody was as patient as he had been.
"Raihan..."
He made you feel as if you were the prettiest woman in the world. That he only had eyes for you and only you.
"I-"
His lips kissed you so desperately and so eagerly. Like you were the air he so urgently needed to breathe. Like you were the only thing that could keep him alive.
"-I'm going to say-"
You really do love him. Everything about him made you happy. You loved coming home to him, you loved waking up to his face in the morning. You loved hearing his stupidly sweet compliments and flattery.
Move your lips and accept his proposal. You know you want him forever, you know he's the only man for you.
So say yes
Tell him yes
Answer with a yes
Whisper it
Yell it
Sing it
You know you want to. You can feel the word stuck in your throat, clawing its way to get out. It's begging, pleading, praying to ring out and join the two of you forever.
YES - YES - YES
'I LOVE YOU RAIHAN! I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER IN MY BODY! I CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT YOU! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. I WANT TO BE WITH YOU FOREVER!'
"No..."
You choked back a sob and ripped your hand out of his grasp. The tears fell from your eyes and cascaded down your burning face.
There had to have been string tightening around your heart, squeezing it with a desire to make it burst. Someone must have been pressing down on your lungs with the intent to deprive you of any air.
It hurt.
It hurt like nothing you have ever experienced and no words could describe it. Not even the best poet could recite the lines of tragedy that struck you that night.
"I'm sorry. I can't marry you." It burned to even say those blasted words. "I love you, Raihan. But I'm not ready for the commitment. A-And just like children...I don't know if I ever will."
Your nose stung from your overwhelming emotions. There was barely even any strength left in your limbs to stand on that beach.
The absolutely devasted expression on his face had drained you even more. You were not the only one crying, you weren't the only one suffering in despair.
His own glimmering teal eyes that glowed like their own light source were dull, blurry with tears that rushed down his brown skin.
"(Y-(Y/n)-" He could barely even say your name, it was so strained and weak that the crashing waves on the shore numbed it out.
You swallowed down a painful cry and shuffled off his jacket so you could hold it in your hands. "You d-deserve someone who is not afraid to give you everything you want. I-I am the one that is terrified, scared that this love won't last forever. That you'll leave me one day because I wasn't enough."
Make-up must have been smudging across your face but you didn't care. Gingerly placing his coat over his shoulders you could feel him flinch and suck in a heavy breath.
"I don't deserve you, Raihan." His head shot up to face yours. "I kept it a secret but plans changed. I'm to leave in a day for my next expedition. I won't be home for at least a little over a year."
"What?" It was so broken, strained as it left his lips.
You felt as if you were going to throw up. Your stomach churned painfully and your throat clenched.
"I-It's a secluded island, no contact to the outside world. It's a dangerous place but...but I need to go."
Removing the promise ring he gave you on your first anniversary, you placed it in the ring case and closed it with a click.
"This is why you deserve better than me."
Raihan remained still with the same bewildered expression on his face. He would have looked stunned if it were not for his quivering bottom lip.
Sniffling you bit your lip and snapped your eyes shut. Your body wanted to curl into a fetal position and just die.
It hurt so bad but you knew it was coming. Your career meant everything to you, the benefits it would do for the world would be extraordinary.
But sacrifices must be made.
"I... I need to pack."
Raihan finally moved from his statue-like form and blinked heavily. He cleared his throat before inhaling deeply and nodding his head.
"I'm staying here." He could only whisper before leaning back so he was sitting on his bottom in the sand.
His head remained down, his silky onyx hair shielding his face like a curtain. You may not have been able to see his face but you just knew he was devastated.
And it was your fault. Everything was and always will be your fault...
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"Are you ready?"
Voices, people bustled past your frame as you stood by the check-in line. Their words were muffled and incoherent as you mindlessly turned to face Sonia.
Your grip on your duffle bag grew tighter before you nodded your head. Galar's former champion and the professor sighed.
You felt heavy, even senseless in the airport. Those clothes you wore did nothing to protect you from the goosebumps that started to arise all over your skin.
Sleep had not come to you last night and neither did Raihan. He remained out, possibly staying at that beach while you waited for him at his home.
It was selfish of you but you wanted to see him one last time in person. You had been with him for years but only spent a quarter of it with him since you were always on an excursion.
He didn't deserve that, he deserved better. Someone that could give him all their time.
"Be safe," Leon announced to regain your attention.
You nodded your head and inhaled a profound breath. "I'll try."
Sonia shook her head before reaching out to you and holding you in a tight hold against her body.
"It sucks that you're going to miss our baby's birth but I'll be sending you pictures of my tummy even though I know you won't be able to see it for a while." She murmured into your ear before pulling away, her hands still grasping your shoulders. "But once your time finishes I expect an immediate call to catch up."
Her words managed to bring a smile to your lips as you slowly nodded your head. She gave your shoulders a tight squeeze before releasing her hold and stepping back.
Leon stepped forward next and plopped his hand on your head, patting it roughly which prompted you to roll your eyes.
Half-heartedly you grasped his hand and removed it from your head so the two of you could perform an old handshake.
"Stay safe, shortie." He mused before stepping back to rest a hand on Sonia's back.
"No promises." You replied.
A prominently loud voice articulated through the loudspeakers, calling to everyone with the same plane number as you to start boarding.
Giving your friends one last look, you waved a hand goodbye, and just as you were about to take a step forward something in your gut stopped you.
You froze in your spot to glance at your friends but instead, a lean body collided with you and pulled you close to them.
Raihan's cologne infiltrated your nose and the simple fragrance was enough to quell the ache in your stomach.
His towering form held you tightly to his body before his hands reached down to your thighs and heave you upwards.
Your hands flew behind his neck to hold on and not a second was wasted as your lips sought each other out like magnets.
For once you didn't care what others were thinking or judging as you kissed the man you loved desperately.
You wanted to remember how he tasted on your tongue, how he smelled so f*cken manly and fresh. How his silky hair never once knotted when you ran your hands through, how the warmth of his body ignited flames beneath your skin.
His tongue intertwined with yours, so forceful before he dragged those fangs you loved so much over your bottom lip.
A shiver ran down your spine, the goosebumps returning.
Throwing your head back you gasped a breath in and brought your wrist to your lips, swiping off the saliva that began to trickle down your chin.
"I-I thought you weren't coming." You breathed.
The dragon tamer set you down carefully on your feet and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare let you leave without giving me one last kiss."
Your heart swelled from his words. That weight that situated itself on your stomach had lightened the slightest.
"(Y/n)-" You perked up from hearing your name and watched as the giant man reached for your dominant hand to place something cool within your palm.
Glancing down and extending your hand you saw that it was your engagement ring and promise ring attached to a golden necklace.
"Raihan what is-" He stopped you from speaking by merely shaking his head.
"These are yours, they belong to you." The dragon tamer stated and pointed a hand to them. "Wear it around your neck and keep it close to you."
He leaned down so he could grasp your hand and hold them close together. "I'll wait for you, for as long as you need. Take your time."
His voice was strained as if he was holding in a cry.
"But the final decision is yours. When you come home, either keep it around your neck and I'll know that it really is over. Or wear it on your finger to let me know that we're still trying."
Those wonderfully teal eyes of his shined so brightly like the stars before glossing over with tears. "Can you do that for me?" He asked softly, voice cracking.
You stared at your clasped hands before nodding your head weakly. "I will."
Despite his sorrow, he nevertheless presented you with one of his lively smiles that you were going to miss so much.
"I love you, Raihan. I've never been so sure that I love someone like I love you."
He leaned down from his imposing height and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.
"I will never give up on you. I will always love you, regardless of your choice."
The intercom came on one more time, calling out your name to say the plane would be taking off soon.
You glanced down the hall before turning to face the giant one more time.
"Forever and always?" He asked and raised one of his pinkies.
The best you could muster was a pathetic smile as you rose your pinky to curl around his. "Forever and always."
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Happy or Sad, you can choose if they'll be together.
But personally, I think they love each too much to stay away.
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Now onto the smut :)
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"Hey!"
The frosted blue basically white-haired male angled his head back at the noise, his gloaming silver eyes taking in the appearance of the person that dare call out to him.
His scowl deepened, the long scar from the corner of his lip down to his jaw stretching across his skin.
You huffed audibly, clearly out of breath as the speed of your legs ceased. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face and it wouldn't have seemed out of the ordinary if it were not for the clear liquid mixing with blood.
A cut or possibly a slit was visible on your right browbone, fresh and trickling thickly.
Joker didn't speak, remaining silent as he waited for what this person would want from him. A fight, or maybe someone had sent you off to get something from him.
He expected the worse, his hands already flinching into a fist with his feet planting firmly into the ground for support.
However, he didn't expect the response to leave your lips.
"Kiss me."
Widening his silver eyes his lips parted the slightest, disbelief taking over his mind that was ready to attack.
Joker was taken aback, believing that your words must be a sick joke to play him along. But your knees were trembling and your fingers flexing anxiously.
An obvious sign of fear yet you managed to look him in the eyes, something a few would ever do. Your gaze was firm yet desperate.
You were not scared of him nor did you visibly have any ill intent towards him. A pair of loud footsteps grew closer on the street the two of you stood on and he could see your shoulders tense and breath become stuck in your throat.
"Please, kiss me!" You once again begged while taking a step closer to him.
"What-" His words were cut off when your hands grasped the front of his white T-shirt and yank him down from his threatening 6'6 (201 cm) height.
Your lips met his before he could comprehend what had just transpired. His hands flew to your waist on instinct, holding you firmly in place as your scent began to waft into his noise.
He couldn't pinpoint what the fragrance was, all he knew was that it smelled sweet with hints of the fresh flowers.
The footsteps ceased which gained his attention and a few meters away stood a young blond man visibly enraged by the sight.
He too was out of breath, blood dripping from his bottom lip with his hands scrunching into a fist. "(Y/n)!" The man bellowed, spitting what he could only assume was your voice like poison.
Your hold on the Joker's shirt grew tighter as you flinched from the noise. Pulling away from his lips your lids slowly opened to reveal your (e/c) eyes began to blur with tears.
The frost-haired male swallowed thickly upon the sight.
"If you're going to kiss me then you better do it right." Joker declared while wrapping his arms tighter around your torso and pushing your chest against his.
This time it was him who connected your lips together and moved them fiercely. He could feel your body tense up from his sudden action however it didn't take long for you to respond eagerly.
Your hands migrated from his shirt to the soft fluff of hair on his head where your nails ran through and tugged on those soft locks.
He didn't taste it before but now that his tongue intertwined with yours he could taste the bitterness of coffee yet the sweetness of sugar.
Sucking on it lewdly he could faintly hear the soft mewls of your voice, humming in satisfaction. He gripped the back of your head and pushed you deeper into the kiss, harder against his body.
From the angle of your heads, he could see the man before that called out to you was seething, shoulders shaking with teeth-gritting against each other.
Glaring at the man with his smoldering silver eyes he observed the way the stranger flinched and sprang back slightly.
It didn't take long for him to leave, muttering to himself which left the two of you alone on that street. Once he was gone Joker sucked on your tongue again before kissing you harshly, biting on your bottom lip to hear one last mewl and pulling away.
His long arms dropped from your body with a fist lifting to his mouth to wipe away the saliva that dribbled down his chin.
Your hands fell to your heart as you attempted to catch your breath, slightly dazed and out of breath.
"There." He huffed and angled the front of his body to be turned away from yours. "Got rid of your little problem."
You inhaled deeply, filling your chest with air before standing with your back straight. "Yeah, thanks for that." You replied breathlessly while swiping at the blood onto your sleeve.
Joker grumbled for a moment before turning back around and continuing down the street with the dark rain clouds crackling.
One of his hands hid in the pockets of his sweatpants while to other reached to his lips, remembering the warmth - the softness - of your own against his.
It's been a while since he let someone touch him, to get so close like that before. You could have had ill intentions and used the moment of hesitation to strike him down.
However, he wasn't thinking, moving on instinct to hold you closer and showing you what it really meant to kiss someone.
Huffing audibly he dropped his hand to his pocket and reached for his phone, feeling it vibrating against his firm thighs.
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"Huh, I don't know anyone by that name," Wooin spoke once he removed the energy drink from his lips and raised one of his pierced eyebrows. "Why do you ask? Sungho say anything about them?"
Joker ran a hand through the fluff of frost blue hair on his head before traveling it along his dark undercut. "No, just somebody suspicious I met on the street earlier."
The leader of the Sabbath Crew hauled himself to his feet and slipped on his Gucci slides. His distinctive Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses slid down his nose as he reached for another lollipop from his pocket.
"If she's part of another crew then it would be best to find out who she is." He stated, shoving the sweet treat into his mouth.
Joker nodded his head, the two gold dangly earrings on his right ear brushing against his neck. "If so, I'll take care of her."
Wooin grinned while sticking out his pierced forked tongue, his eyes enlarging behind those tinted glasses that did nothing to hide the menace in them.
"Oh, I hope so. I want to see the look of desperation on all their faces." The sadist laughed and sucked on the loli. "I'll tell the Grim Reaper to find any information."
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"(Y/n)." You glanced up from your clipboard and spun around in your swivel chair, coming face to face with the doctor.
"Yes, is there something you need?"
The brunet stepped in and placed a few packets on your desk. "I know your internship is almost over but I really enjoyed having you as my assistant. Hopefully, you wouldn't mind enrolling in the position again with your next year of college."
You couldn't stop the grin from forming on your lips even if you tried. "Dr. Hyun-Woo, it would be my pleasure to work under you again." Your hands traveled to the packets and traced your fingers over the old notes.
The middle-aged man grinned and patted your head. "I'm glad. By the way, are you okay? I didn't have a chance to ask about that wound on your brow." He quired.
One of your hands flew to the sterile cloth taped over the wound and cleared your throat awkwardly. "Yeah. It was an accident." You stated, attempting to laugh it off but the older man narrowed his petrichor optics.
"Hmm, alright but you should really be careful. I don't want to lose my most promising intern." He responded after a moment of hesitation and patting your head one more time.
His calloused hands migrated to rest in the pockets of his doctor coat as he made his way to the door. You observed his confident movements while he exited your office, leaving you in silence.
Inhaling deeply you slouched in the swivel chair and stared intensely at the colorless ceiling. It didn't feel great to lie to your boss but what happens in your private life should stay private.
And hopefully, if you just avoided the source of your stress it would be easier to breathe. He hasn't contacted you in a few days since he saw you kissing that stranger on the street.
You weren't really thinking when you kissed that man. The desperation to be away from him was stronger than your rational thinking and you did the one thing that you knew would drive him crazy.
Speaking of the stranger, one of your hands unconsciously rose to your lips. The powder blue-haired had surprisingly soft lips for his hard appearance.
The dagger tattoo on his right cheek and long scar were threatening enough to steer anyone away from him.
He could have been involved in a gang or been a criminal. You didn't know but at the time you didn't care.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your legs straining from running away. If only you pushed yourself a little father maybe you could have run into someone else.
But you could barely even run any longer and he was the only one there on the streets so you didn't even hesitate to use him for help.
You just needed to kiss him briefly, but he held your body with his long arms and took your breath away.
And when he intertwined his tongue with yours you could taste him. Like he ate an orchard of fresh apples that fermented to be strong of liquor.
You swallowed thickly, just briefly remembering the taste that had you yearning for more of it.
Slapping your hands over your warm cheeks you shook your head to free yourself of those thoughts. It was just a moment of weakness - of desperation - and something that most definitely would never happen again.
Hopefully, your ex-partner got the hint and will stay far away from you like you had been begging him before.
Glancing at the clock on your desk the time read a quarter past midnight. The night shifts tended to be your favorite, time seemed to go by faster when darkness took over the sky.
But recently, it felt as if it was dreading on.
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Two weeks went by since the incident with the stranger and your days progressed normally. Sleeping during the day, working at the hospital at night till the sun rose.
There was not another incident with your ex and nowhere had you seen that mysterious stranger. It had to have been a good thing, he appeared dangerous and you didn't need any more violence in your life.
You saw enough of it in your childhood and even more at the hospital. It seemed as if the city was become overrun with brutality with the number of people that came in injured.
"Your shifts over."
flickering your gaze up from the monitor you smiled at one of the nurses and nodded your head. "Ah, I didn't even notice. Thanks for reminding me!"
The older woman nodded her head and left the main room as you stood up behind your seat at the receptionist's desk.
Sunlight had broken past the horizon and now drifted into the clear wide windows of the sanitarium. You felt its warm rays on your face and inhaled the clean scent of the sterilized building.
Heading to the changing room you switched out of your uniform and into regular civilians before leaving your place of work.
It was still chilly out, cool wind kissing your body through your clothes and permitting goosebumps to arise all over your skin.
Your breath was visible with every exhale and you took notice of it as you traveled down the streets to your apartment.
Cars and other vehicles drove past, the humming of their engine coming and going with every passing.
The thought of owning your own car sounded nice but they cost a considerable amount. You were already putting so much money into your college tuition and being an intern didn't provide as many funds as you would like.
You needed to save as much money as you could before you could even consider owning another vehicle. If your ex never towed that damn thing and completely obliterate it in that crash you wouldn't be walking alone like you are now.
Everything was always his fault, you put up with him for far longer than you should have. It felt weird not having him constantly around you but that was only because you had been with him for so long.
He didn't like it when you were out of his sight or away from him.
The sound of a screaming hub broke you from your thoughts as you glanced around to see the source of the noise.
Raging silver eyes met yours for a moment as the stranger skidded on his bike, sliding around your body that just barely missed you.
His tires burned at the friction of the concrete and abruptly the back wheel popped which sent the male forward.
The powder blue-haired man collided with the sidewalk as his back skidded against it. Your lips fell agape for a moment before you ran towards him on instinct and kneeled next to his fallen frame.
"Are you okay!?" You quired, hands reached out to his shoulders but he smacked them away as they were going to hurt him.
His black jacket fell upon his biceps to reveal his white T-shirt that began to blossom outwards with a thick red liquid.
Your lips pursed curtly together as you once again placed your hands on his shoulders. Even though your hands only touched him through his shirt you could still feel the warmth of his skin. "You're injured, let me help you."
He glanced up at you through his bangs and huffed audibly. "I'm fine." The man pressed but it was obvious you weren't going to take his rejection.
"Don't deny help, you know. You're bleeding profusely."
Standing to his feet the young male flicked your hold off his body and grunted as he reached for his Cinelli 2013 Mash Histogram bike.
He hauled the thing over onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing and started his way down the street away from you.
Your right eye twitched from his coldness before you picked up your backpack and rushed over to catch up with him.
"I have some spare tires so if you would just let me take care of your injury I'll change yours for free."
The unknown male halted in his steps and angled his head to glance down at your frame. You sucked in a breath from having to catch up and rolled your shoulders.
"You helped me before so let me repay you." You stated but he grumbled under his breath.
"I'm not into owing anyone favors." He replied which permitted you to slap a hand against the wound of his back.
His silver optics widened, his lips parting as his whole body tensed. Blood darkened his already ink-black jacket and you knew he must have scraped off so much skin it was down to the muscle.
"I don't care that you're a woman." He breathed and stepped closer to you, using his menacing 6'5 (195 cm) height to threaten you.
You swallowed thickly before exhaling audibly and placing a hand on his chest to push yourself away. His pectorals felt firm, burly even and you could only assume he was well built underneath his clothes.
"Come on, just let me help you. I'm not trying to get a favor from you, I'm trying to repay you for your help a few weeks ago."
The cool wind fluttered his soft hair, catching your attention as you watched it dance across his forehead.
He was handsome, too handsome.
Clearing your throat you pointed your hand down the street and inclined your head in that direction. "My apartment is just down the road over there. It won't take very long." You spoke while removing your gaze from his face.
Instead of replying with words he dwelled in silence and ambled down the sidewalk to your apartment.
A proud grin morphed on your lips as you scurried after the male and walked alongside him, having to walk faster than usual to keep up with his long legs.
It was a quiet walk, the two of you remaining tight-lipped while advancing to your home. Coming across the gate to your apartment building you inputted the code and opened it for the male to follow.
The lobby was silent, the security guard napping behind the desk which permitted you to chortle in your throat.
"That old man should retire already. Can barely even keep his eyes open for more than ten minutes." You jeered and glanced along the walls of mailboxes.
You took out your mail and newspapers before locking the small window and strolling over to the elevator.
It was awkwardly silent inside the machinery, his threatening build towering next to you. Your (e/c) eyes flickered over to his frame before you adjusted the straps of your bag.
"So...What's your name?"
He glanced down, his face portraying the same unemotional expression that he has never strayed from once.
"..." It appeared as if he was contemplating whether to tell you. "Joker."
"Joker?" You tested his name on your tongue before slowly nodding your head. Displaying a grin you turned your body to face his and held out your hand for him to shake.
"Nice to make your acquaintances...again. I'm (Y/n)."
Joker's silver eyes stared at your hand as if it was filthy. The bell to the elevator dinged meaning you reached the top floor and the male exited it first.
You swallowed strenuously at his coldness but pushed it aside and stepped out of the lift. The male followed behind as you led him down to the end of the hall where a chiffon white door rested.
Your hands reached for the electronic smart lock but you paused upon seeing dirty scuff marks where the deadbolt was.
It was unnerving, you don't remember the markings at all when you left last night. You glanced behind you down the hall before feeling Joker's burning gaze on your frame.
"Okay." You told yourself before turning around to face the door. "I just need to put the code in."
It was a long-digit code, something you changed right after you left your ex-partner. A ringing beep reverberated into the air as the red light glowed a shamrock green.
Opening the door you entered in first and held it open for the man to step inside your home. You could see him looking around, glimpsing at your furniture and decor, observing everything that was in his sight.
Good thing you had random motivation the other day to clean your residence, otherwise he would have seen a pigsty of a home.
"Here, you can place your bike there and we can deal with your wound first." You stated while slipping off your trendy shoes and stepping down the hallway to your bedroom.
Searching for the medical supplies that you stashed away in case of emergencies you didn't want to make the powder blue-haired man wait any longer.
When you came back into the living room Joker stood motionless in the entryway which permitted you to shake your head.
"What are you, nervous?" You jeered with a grin and reached your dining table. Kicking out a chair you glanced at him and directed your hands at the seat. "Come now, I don't bite."
Joker had no reaction to your words other than stepping up onto the wooden floor and approaching your figure.
He didn't even need to try, he just emitted a threatening aura and you knew it was his way of reminding you to not play any games.
Slipping off his jacket the man dropped it by his legs and reached for the ends of the shirt, pulling it over his head and holding it in his lap.
Your mouth fell agape, your eyes darting across every inch of his skin. His muscles were burly and well-defined.
His back was wide and his waist curved in to accentuate its width. Not only was he beautifully decked with muscles, but most of his skin was marked with scars.
Some appeared to be years old while others could be fresh as a month ago. Tattoo's covered all up from his wrist to his shoulders, delightfully attractive.
The wound that he acquired when he fell was definitely unappealing.
His epidermal layer had been skidded raw to his muscles, no longer oozing blood and scabbing over with fresh clots.
It was a miracle he wasn't flinching or whining from the pain because you were sure it must have been stinging like no other.
"Does it hurt?" You quired but the male merely grunted and flexed his back as he hunched over, his forearms resting on his thighs.
Rolling your eyes you reached for a disinfecting wipe and hovered it above his skin. "I need to clean it first. Let me know at all if I'm hurting you."
Its strong fumes had taken over the smell of your incense but you didn't mind it at all. It was a clean odor that reminded you of the hospital, your safe place.
Lightly you pressed it along the wound, Joker's back tensing with him inhaling a soft quiet breath. "I know it burns." You mumbled. "But you're doing really good, just a little longer."
It seems as though the soothing tone of your voice allowed for the male to relax his body. Not wasting any time you finished disinfecting the wound and made sure to soak up any fresh blood with a rag.
The injury was much larger than you anticipated so you placed sterile wrapping cloths against the wound and held it in place with white bandages.
You wrapped it around his chest, your fingertips grazing against his pecs and muscles on his ribs. He didn't appear to have much reaction but you could feel your face smoldering with heat.
It wasn't often you were able to heal or take care of such a handsome patient, more or less right here in your own home.
Crossing some of the bandages over his left shoulder you taped the end of it to the rest and placed the remainder of it in the medical bag.
"There, all done. Let me see if I have any clothes for you to change into, putting on an already stained shirt can get the wound infected."
You didn't wait for a reply, already assuming he wouldn't answer, and entered your bedroom again. With the size difference between the two of you, there weren't any clothes you had that could comfortably fit him.
The biggest you had was your favorite royal blue oversized sleeping shirt. Sighing you headed for the living room while humming to yourself.
When you entered Joker had stood to his feet, his back to you as he assessed his bare arms. His calloused fingertips danced across the tattooed skin before he turned his gaze to face you.
"Here, it might not fit the best since it's my shirt but it's the biggest I had."
Remaining silent the man grasped it from your hand diligently, grazing over your fingers slightly before bringing it to his chest.
He observed the plain tee, testing the texture between his fingers before dressing himself with it.
It just barely fit, the shirt almost skin tight with his muscles stretching the fabric to its limit. The heat on your face and ears felt like a fire was ignited underneath your skin.
You had to stop yourself from being a pervert and eye goggling his body.
Clearing your throat you began down the hallway to a storage room. "Anyway, I got some extra spare parts that my...my dad gave me. I'm pretty sure they'll fit your bike style."
Joker reached for his cycle while you took out a toolbox and the extra wheel. You sat on your bottom while the male kneeled, his large hand already reaching for a tool but you smacked it away.
"Hey there, I said that I would be fixing it so let me do it."
He stared down at you, face expressionless before he shielded his silver eyes behind his lids and exhaled deeply.
"Thank you." You hummed, grasping the wrench and undoing the bolt so you could extract the wheel.
Removing the dust cap you pressed on the nut and released any air that was left in the popped tire. Squeezing on it to get the last bit of air out you reached for a tire lever to remove the bead off the rim.
You worked in silence and it wasn't much of a bother but you couldn't help but want to start a conversation.
"So..." You started and grunted as you tugged the last bit of the deflated tire off the rim. "Do you race? These types of bikes are you mainly used for that."
Joker nodded his head, his eyes watching your hands work with not much interest in it.
Rolling your (e/c) optics at the lack of words you reached for the new tire and began working the bead onto the rim.
"Professionally or just in the prize matches?"
"Matches." He replied and even if it was just one word you managed to hear how deep and pronounced his voice was.
Humming you closed your eyes, reminiscing in memories while you worked with fundamentally muscle memory.
"My dad used to race in the matches before he got some sponsors that allowed for him to bike professionally. He taught me how to fix his cycle so I could help him when he needed it."
Joker glanced up from your hand to your face and sat down upon his bottom. "He still races?"
You cocked your head to the side, opening your eyes to look at the man. To have him ask a question first felt like an accomplishment and you displayed a small grin.
"Nah, got too arrogant, too jealous of anyone who biked better than him and it ruined his career." Standing to your feet you reached for the pump and dragged it closer. "You could be the best biker in the world but if you got a sh*tty attitude you can have the whole world turn on you."
Clipping the pump to the valve you began to pump air into it and the two of you watched the tire begin to inflate.
"This is a really expensive brand, you know. So take good care of it or I'll snatch it back like that show called Car Repo."
Joker clicked his tongue but the stitched scar on his left side twitched the slightest as he fought a grin.
"Do you bike?" He once again asked a question on his own accord whilst you finished the pumping and placed the dust cover back over the valve.
"Nope. Dad ruined it for me. Probably haven't ridden one since I was thirteen. I prefer to walk anyways, lets me take my time to observe the world around me."
Silence resumed in the air but this time it was much less awkward. You only needed to wrench the wheel back on and it took less than half a minute.
"And would you look at that, way better than what you had before!" Grinning at the satisfactory job that you did, you reached into the toolbox and took a sticker.
You glanced up and met the frost-haired male's gaze and waved your hand dismissively. "It's so you don't forget the kindness I showed you."
Oddly enough the words were a neon (f/c) that spelled out 'FIGHTING!'. You placed it on the top tube so every time he would look down your sticker would be there.
"Just in case you're racing and feel like giving up, you have a little encouragement."
Joker's expressionless face observed the smile on your lips before shaking his head and standing to his feet. His chest flexed against your shirt as he reached for the curved handle of his bike.
"Thanks." He muttered under his breath.
Your grin grew as you nodded your head and dusted your dirty hands on a rag. "You're very welcome, Joker."
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"What's with that shirt?" Wooin questioned, laughing to himself as he swiveled his tongue over a fresh lollipop.
Joker wasn't known for wearing tight clothes or any apparel that showed off his toned figure. Typically the male favored loose garments that allowed for him to move freely.
"It's nothing." He replied and stuffed a hand into his pocket.
The ebony-haired male furrowed his brows while stepping closer to his crew member. "You smell like a girl." He stated.
Remaining silent Joker stared down into those Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses with his expressionless face.
Wooin clicked his forked tongue and turned away. "I bet you were with that girl that you kissed. You got that dumb look on your face."
The frost-haired male rolled his silver eyes and sat upon the seat of his bike. "She's not part of any crew, I think she works at the hospital. Her ID card was left on her counter."
Sabbath's leader rose his hands upwards and pumped it in the air. "Woah, woah. Slow it down, you mean to tell me you were at her house?" He quired which prompted Joker to nod his head.
"My tire blew a flat and she offered to give me a new one for free."
Wooin glanced at the new tire and narrowed his eyes. "You think if I kissed her with tongue she'd give me expensive tires too."
Joker flung his gaze to the male, his silver eyes burning into his skin. "I'm joking!" He jeered and stuck out his forked tongue. "Geez, if you're going to be protective like that then just make her your girl already."
With another look from Joker, Wooin scrunched his nose and bit down on his loli. He spat out the paper stick and reached for his own bike.
"You got a fight tonight?" The ebony-haired man asked.
Joker nodded his head and rolled his shoulders, the joints cracking audibly. "A lot of money is riding on this one." He stated which permitted Wooin to grin sinisterly.
"Make 'em bleed, Joker. If you win maybe you could use some of that extra cash on that (Y/n) girl." The shorter male flicked his hat and grinned however the latter appeared unamused.
"Wooin, do you want to die?"
"If you're offering."
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Time passed by since Joker was at your home and you wouldn't have believed he ever was in your apartment if it wasn't for his forgotten jacket and T-shirt.
You washed it as soon as possible and thankfully the stains had come out, leaving both apparels clean and untainted.
The only reason you met him the first place was a coincidence and the second time was also a coincidence as well.
He seemed like someone you wouldn't meet if you were actively looking and you shouldn't be. You shouldn't have even invited someone so dangerous, mysterious into your home.
After everything that has happened in your life, you should have known to be more careful and cautious.
Just because you were physically attracted to him and you liked how his kiss took your breath away doesn't mean you should have lowered your guard.
Your ex-partner had once made you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world, the only one he ever would ever look at.
And now look how it all ended.
Groaning you hit fell upon your bed, face landing between your pillows as exhaustion took over your body. Your shift ended later than usual, the sun already marking its place high in the sky.
You were grateful for the blackout curtains you bought on sale, the gloaming darkness of your bedroom assisted in enabling you to welcome the sereneness of sleep.
Still, in your work uniform, you were too exhausted to change or shower. You would have loved to strip off all your clothing and only wear that oversized royal blue shirt but you gave it to the frost blue-haired male.
Hugging a pillow to your chest you stared into the darkness of your room and thought of him. You wondered if he had ripped it considering how skin-tight it was on his torso.
Hopefully, he had been taking care of his injury on his back and it was healing. That type of marking could leave a massive scar, his back was already so perfect the way it was.
"Ahhhh!" You squealed to yourself and turned onto your back, gazing at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling.
Joker was just a boy you had met only briefly and you knew nothing about it him. The physical attraction was strong and you couldn't help but yearn to kiss him again.
To feel his long tattooed arms wrap around your body and hold you close to him as if he was afraid you would run away.
The smell of a man - of him - was intoxicating, like you could just taste him on the tip of your tongue. Fermented apples soaked in liquor, something that made your stomach fulfilled and your mind hazy.
"Why are you always horny!?" You asked yourself aloud and sat up, feeling your heartbeat in your cl*t.
Exhausted you may have been before but now that your body began to burn with heat and yearn for the touch of a man - of Joker - you were awake as if you just consumed an energy drink.
A shower was in order, a cold one if you wanted to rid yourself of such thoughts and get some rest since you had another shift that night.
Stripping your clothes from your body and grasping a towel and robe from your closet, you sauntered over to your bathroom only to freeze when your smart lock buzzed.
Your brows furrowed with your lips pursing curtly. All of your friends were busy with work or wasted beyond belief, no one should be showing up at your door and the was only one person who could be trying at this time in the late morning.
It had to be your ex-partner.
Dressing in your robe you opened a suitcase from under your bed and snatched the handgun. You observed it for a second before snapping in the magazine.
The buzzer rang again and again, annoyingly persisted which promoted your right eye to twitch.
"I'm coming, stop ringing the bell!" You announced, your bare feet padding against your wooden floors.
Holding the weapon with two hands you peered at the camera on the smart alarm and instead of seeing that disgusting b*stard of an ex, it was Joker with an unknown ebony-haired male.
You raised your brows in confusion before swiftly unlocking the door and opening it abruptly. The two males glanced at your figure however all attention was drawn to the gun that was placed against the shorter male's forehead.
"What are you two doing here and how did you get in through the gate?" You questioned whilst your lips tugged into a scowl.
"Woah, you didn't tell me she was a bada**?" The unknown male told Joker as he rose his hand in the air.
You pulled the hammer down and switched the safety off. "Answer my question or I'll be blowing your f*cking brains out."
The ebony-haired man's lips pulled into a coy grin, his pierced brow lifting suggestively as he gazed at you through his tinted glasses.
"Well now babe, I wouldn't mind getting some mind-blowing head from you-" Joker grasped the man by his neck and forced him to bow, the veins atop his hands pulsating and protruding against his bloody knuckles.
Upon the sight of blood, you lowered the weapon and took the chance to examine their frames. Both of them were covered in dirt, their faces bruising and bleeding with other dark-colored contusions decorating their visible skin.
"What the hell happened to you both!?" You couldn't control the volume of your voice. Not even waiting for a response you ushered the two in and slammed the door behind them, locking it again.
Smacking the gun against the smaller male's head you forced them both to sit at your dining room table. "Strip off your tops so I can clean your stupid injuries." You uttered before leaving the two of them alone.
You hastily rushed back into your bedroom to place the weapon away and change into a pair of shorts and a light-washed sweater.
Returning back you made sure to bring your medkit and clean rags for all the blood. The two of them sat on opposite sides, stripped of their top layer revealing massive bruises and cuts that were for damn sure going to need stitches.
"Why didn't you two go to the hospital!? I'm not even a doctor yet!" You bellowed, plopping the bag on the wooden table.
"It was faster to come here," Joker responded while leaning back in his seat.
Your right eye twitched again as you directed your gaze on the ebony-haired male. He rose his pierced left brow and shrugged his shoulders. "It's as he said. I'm Wooin by the way."
Wooin had 6 visible piercings on his face: one on his lower lip and eyebrow and two on each of his ears.
He maintained his tinted glasses on his face while swiveling a sucker in his mouth.
His chest was well defined as well, proportionate to his 5'10 (177 cm) build. However even as fit as he was, he was nowhere like Joker.
"How did this even happen?" You quired before groaning and rubbing your temple. "I don't even know where to start..."
"We got into a fight," Joker stated cooly, his expressionless face maintained throughout the entire ordeal.
"And we won!" Wooin expressed, sighing dreamily as if he was reminiscing on the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Scrunching your noise and tugging their chairs closer to you did you pound your fist into their heads. Both of the boys gasped allowed, unprepared for the impactful contact that left them dazed for a moment.
"The h*ll is wrong with the both of you? I have seen - watched - people die being brought into the ER from fighting."
Remaining silent the boys kept their gazes on the ground as you snapped. "F*cking idiots!" You coughed and reached for your disinfectant wipes. "I have to give the both of you stitches! Trying to look like Frankenstein!?"
Wooin's lips parted as laughter rang into the air but he immediately ceased once he witnessed the intense glare from your (e/c) eyes.
"Wanna laugh, huh?" A glare of light glimmered in your optics. "I'll start with you first."
"Wait, ahh-" He hissed when the sterile wipe came across his busted lip and reached forward to grasp your wrist however he was stopped by Joker.
The frost-blue-hair male pulled his arms down against the table and remained hushed as usual but the glare in his silver eyes was menacing in itself.
It was a silent threat that if he so much as touched you he'd have to answer to him.
"Tch, you're annoying when you're love-struck." Joker kicked Wooin under the table. "Ow! Okay! I'll shut up now!"
Grateful for the shorter male's cooperation, you cleaned away the blood of every visible wound and bandaged every cut to the best of your ability.
However, Wooin's left waist had a gash deeper than a regular cut and required stitches.
"I don't have any fast working painkillers so how does Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany 192 from Poland sound? ABV 96%." You quired, lips quirking into a grin while the male simply stared at you with lips agape.
"Dude, your girl wants to kill me." He muttered while glancing at Joker which promoted another kick to his shin.
Portraying an innocent smile you left them in the living room and entered your kitchen, grasping two whiskey glasses and the heavy bottle.
"You're both going to need some so I hope you're not drinking on empty stomachs~!"
Wooin turned to Joker who turned to him. "We're going to die."
Smacking the back of the shorter male's head you undid the cap and poured a glass for him to take.
"While you're preparing to down it all I'm going to ready the suture needle and strings."
Like a professional, there wasn't any time wasted as you prepared to stitch the wound close. Wooin shot back the glass like a pro himself, cringing from its strong taste as the contents of it already made his stomach heavy.
"Oh woah, I'm drunk as f*ck." He declared eyes gazing at the ceiling whilst he barely even registered you suturing his wound shut.
Only a minute or two must have passed as you finished and tied the minuscule knot at the end. "That should do it. Hey, Hey!" You snapped your fingers in front of the dazed man you giddily laughed to himself, his face flushing with ruddiness.
"You need rest. Can you help me lift him up and put him on the couch, Joker?" You asked the taller male.
He stood his feet and scooped the other by his waist, thrusting him over on the sofa with a lack of care. Once the ebony-haired man rested on the soft cushions he hummed to himself in satisfaction and swiftly began to doze off.
His soft snores filled the room which promoted you to roll your eyes. "He's funny." You mused and the male snorted.
Joker set himself back into his chair and leaned a tattooed arm back over the backrest. You observed the way his muscles flexed and tugged against his skin.
The bruises and contusion along his body were dark, contrasting against his pale complexion. His lip wasn't busted like Wooin's however, his nose was bruised and dried blood dripped from his nostrils.
"You look like a mess, Joker." You stated with a much more soothing tone of voice. "How does a big strong man like you get all beat up like this?"
Joker's lips were tightly lipped, his gaze fixated on the table as if he was contemplating his response.
A few moments passed by with silence so you expected him not the answer but he spoke aloud and rose his gaze to meet yours.
"I fight - in the underground cage fight." He rolled his shoulders so the joints popped. "It's good money, pays for my brothers' education."
Your hands halted above the disinfectant wipes, taking in his words carefully before glancing up to look at him.
"Some of the guys that lost their bets wanted their money back after the fight, Wooin got caught up in it since he came to watch."
It made sense why his body was already covered in scars, marked with imperfections in his smooth skin that you thought was enthralling.
An older brother sacrificing a lot for his younger brothers was rather poetic, heroic too.
Not being able to think of any appropriate response you nodded your head and turned to his body. "I see." You murmured.
Joker's body tensed the slightest bit upon the sterile wipes but forced himself to relax so he didn't make your job any harder.
Being so close to him again, smelling his cologne, and feeling the warmth of his skin wafting onto yours was intoxicating.
You weren't the one drinking however you felt inebriated by his presence. Swallowing thickly you bandaged and wrapped his wounds before reaching towards the alcohol to pour a glass for the stitches you needed to perform.
"Bottoms up, Joker."
He washed around the clear liquid in the glass before exhaling deeply and down the contents of its in one gulp.
His adam's apple bobbed, the veins on his neck protruding against his skin from the burn whilst his fingers dug in the glass.
"I know you can handle pain but the gash on your shoulder is pretty deep." You expressed soothingly, ringing out a cool rag to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "I also know we don't know each other well but regardless I still don't like to see you in pain."
Allowing time for the alcohol to work its magic you decided to wipe away another dirt or scuff mark so he was virtually clean of the mess.
Your body was in between his spread legs, his firm tights engaging your own as he laxly sat on your chair.
With some time passing by you decided that it was time to suture the wound close. You used a different sterilized needle and began sewing the surgical thread
At first, he seemed unaffected but once the needle dug a little too deeply he inhaled a profound breath with his hands flying to hold onto your bare waist.
Your shirt had been riling up from your previous movements which left your tunny and waist visible. With his warm calloused hands grasping your body you almost forgot to breathe.
That tight grasp, the pads of his fingertips pressing into your flesh sent jolts of pleasure across your body.
Your heart must have skipped a beat with the way you had to swallow thickly and breathe a little louder than usual.
"It's okay, you're doing really well and I'm almost done." You responded under your breath. "Do you want another drink?"
Joker nodded his head, his golden dangly earing grazing his neck and clinking together.
Nodding your head you carefully held the needle with your tweezers and poured less than before considering it was such a strong liquor.
The frost-haired male reached for it swiftly and downed it as if he couldn't live another second without it. He groaned quietly, his chest rising before falling from his deep inhale.
You could smell the vodka off his tongue and it was as if it was getting you drunk, like second-hand smoke.
His hand returned to your waist as he swallowed thickly and leaned his head back, his silver eyes shutting to the world as he controlled his breathing.
In your hastiness to answer the door, you didn't place on a bra which left it easy for anyone to see your hardened nipples through the thin cloth.
You were thankful that the male had shut his eyes, the embarrassment of him seeing such a lewd thing would have driven you mad.
And they only grew harder when Joker's thumbs subconsciously drew circles along your skin, close to your navel before dropping so low to the hem of your shorts.
Was the god(s) torturing you, punishing your disobedience from your premarital s*x, and drinking?
You didn't want to rush but you needed to take that shower to cool yourself down. A little nymphomaniac you were and it sucked that you were in this dilemma.
Finally, after what felt like forever you finished the suture and tied a knot at the end. Swiftly turning around to hide your breast, his hands fell from his body while you put away your medical applications and collected the dirty clothes in a toxic disposable bag.
You were about to step out however those familiar large hands seized your hips and pulled you backward.
Your bottom landed in Joker's lap with his arms entrapping your midsection to hold you close to him.
A gasp of surprise left your lips, dazed at the action and unfocused until the man grasped the back of your head and turned it so you could face him.
His silver eyes stared down at so intensely, you felt as if he could see everything. All of your insecurities and vulnerabilities, both physical and mental.
"You smell so good." He voiced in such a low coarse tone it went straight to your cl*t. The alcohol had clearly taken its effect and influenced his actions.
Your lips parted to speak but the words evidently became stuck in your throat. The predicament you were in was testing your morals and you didn't know whether to give in.
"Mind tasting me on your tongue one more time?" He quired and you watched the scar along the left side of his face twitch from his minuscule grin.
F*ck morals, you were giving in.
Grasping his warm cheeks you pulled him down to your lips and the two of you wasted no time ravishing in the taste of the other.
The alcohol was so strong on his tongue you were already falling to its effects. It was obvious why the vodka remained unopened, a gag present you received for your birthday that everyone knew you wouldn't touch.
Your tongues intertwined with each other, fighting for dominance that you utterly lost against. He sucked on your tongue lewdly, tasting coffee and sugar once again that filled his empty stomach.
One of his hands snaked under your tank top, slithering up to your bare breast and grasping one in his heated palms.
"A-Ah~." It was a quiet moan that had his d*ck harden underneath your bottom. You felt him bulging right up against your c*nt and you unconsciously pressed down on it.
He huffed against your lips and trailed his tongue to your neck before clamping his mouth around the soft flesh.
He sucked and nipped at it, breaking apart the capillaries below and gifting you a few dark-colored hickeys's the size of a softball.
It took everything in you not to cry out from the pleasurable stinging, instead, you focused on your breathing that became labored and erratic.
You were getting wet, you just knew it and you were sure the male could tell with the way his sweats drenched where your c*nt pressed down against him.
His fingers tweaked at your nipple, your body jolting and pressing harder against him as he migrated his lips back to your own.
Kissing back feverishly you ground against his growing bulge that was becoming ever so stiff beneath you.
Your whole body felt hot - flushed - and more frantic than ever.
"Woah! You both look so desperate it's turning me on!" The sadist hollered which stole both of your attention.
Your heads whipped to see the ebony-haired male grinning, his cheeks flushed as gazed at the two of you through his tinted glasses.
For a moment you were frozen from Wooin's sudden words but once the weight of the situation was situated in your brain you basically flew off of Joker's lap.
"I'm going to take a shower, you pervert!"
You ran out of the living room and slammed the bathroom door shut, the apartment once again being enveloped in silence before Joker turned his head with jerking movements to face Wooin.
"What?" The shorter male questioned.
"Let's head outside so I can kill you."
"W-Woah!" He slurred and sat up, waving his hands frantically. "You two didn't have to stop, I was enjoying it."
"Never mind, you're dead now."
"H-Hey, Joker-Ow!"
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Stepping out of the cold water and wrapping yourself in your robe you inhaled deeply. The cold water did wonders for controlling the heat and you felt clean and fresh.
One thing was for sure and that sleep was going to hit differently.
You exited the bathroom and stepped out into the living room. Wooin had a prominent black eye, visibly passed out on the couch in an awkward position.
Joker rested on the love seat, his back resting against one of the armrests with his legs dangling off of the edge.
No wonder it was oddly silent, the two resting from what must have been an eventful night and that strong liquor making them fatigued.
You couldn't help but smile at the sight, it's been a long time since you had people over. Your ex-partner would rage at the thought of anyone coming over, woman, man, and even non-binary's.
The control freak isolated you from everyone you once knew and made it to where your life revolved around only him.
Well, not anymore.
Entering your bedroom you wore an oversized anchor grey shirt with short soot-black shorts. You scoured through your closet, grasping two thick blankets before strolling into the living room.
Dimming the lights you ventured over to Wooin's sleeping frame, covering him in a blanket before moving over to Joker.
You opened the blanket to lay it on his large figure but he groaned aloud and glanced up at you. He sat up slowly, his chest still bare of his shirt as he scratched at his dark undercut.
"Sorry...for earlier."
For this cold man to apologize it felt as if the sky had fallen.
Shaking your head lightly you gave him a small grin. "No, it's okay. I liked it." He didn't say anything to words, just staring with his intense eyes that had you clearing your throat.
"The uh, the love seat is really too small for you. As long as you promise not to do anything...well you can sleep with me in my bed. It'll be a lot more comfortable."
He hummed, standing to his feet with slow movements so you could watch him grow with every inch until he stood to his full 6'6 (195 cm) height.
That intimidating but also alluring stature worked to his advantage most of the time.
"You think I can keep such a promise?" He questioned under his breath while bringing a finger to lightly graze against the large dark hickeys on your neck. "When you lay next to me and look at me with those eyes?"
You hummed at his words and rose the blanket so it could press against his chest. "Unless you want me pulling out my gun on your d*ck you won't do anything against my wishes."
He leaned down from this towering height and placed a lingering smooch on the bruises he created. "I'm a man of my words." He whispered in your ear, his warm breath fanning your labyrinth. "And if I say I won't touch you against your will, I won't betray my promises."
You rose a hand to push his face away and stuck out your tongue. "Stop, I took a shower already. Now hurry up, I have to get up and go to work soon."
Joker followed after you to your gloaming bedroom that was dark from your back-out curtains. You crawled onto your bed and flopped back against your favorite side.
The frost-haired male carefully crept onto the mattress, the smell of your laundry detergent and fabric softener flooding his senses and becoming a relaxing fragrance that brought about his heavy exhaustion.
He managed to cover both of your bodies with the comforter which was gladly welcomed in the air-conditioned apartment.
Remaining on his side he observed your figure relaxing with your back turned to him. Your hair rested on the pillow and in the faint light he could make out the contusions he created and marked your skin.
The sight was something that made him feel rather proud but also frustrated. He wanted to go farther however Wooin's sudden awakeness had frightened you which left the two males alone.
He reached out a hand to follow the curve of your waist and hips before he found himself pulling your frame against his chest and holding you in a firm clasp.
"Joker." You had called out to him in a groggy voice.
"Hmm." He hummed, shutting his silver eyes as the weariness took over his body.
"Sorry for yelling at you earlier...I'm not the biggest fan of violence but what you do for your brothers is extremely selfless. Do what you need to do but-" Your hands migrated to rest above his. "-Don't put yourself in seriously bad situations. I'll be sad if I had to lose you. So don't die, okay?"
Joker kissed the top of your head and ran his calloused fingertips over your bare stomach.
"Okay."
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"Invite her to the race tonight."
Joker glanced up from his apple and removed the fruit from his succulent lips. "No." He stated without a moment of delay.
Wooin huffed as he sat upon the park back and kicked his foot to rest on his bicycle seat. "Come on, man. You can impress her by annihilating the other team and winning the match. Maybe you can even use the prize money to get her a gift."
"No." The frost-haired male didn't even budge and resumed eating the fruit in his hand.
"Don't be f*cking lame, bro." He glanced up at his friend through his Tuscan yellow-tinted glasses and rested his hands behind his head. "It's already been a couple of weeks since that time she fixed us at her house and you didn't even give her your number. She could have moved on."
Wooin flung his head forward to avoid the hurling apple that was thrown his way and laughed to himself.
"Come on now, no need to get all pissy. You're lucky I snagged her number when the two of you were cuddling in her room."
"And you're only telling me this now!?" Joker remarked while standing to his feet.
"Well, I forgot," Wooin exclaimed before taking out his cellular device. "You should have been man enough to do it yourself."
He clicked on his contacts before wagging one of his fingers suggestively. "I'll only give you her number if you let me watch you f*ck the sh*t out of her."
"You wanna die, Wooin?"
Sticking out his forked tongue the shorter male turned his phone around to display your number and Joker added the contacts to his device.
"I'm only playing. It's not every day you get to see The Joker all hung up on a girl-"
"It's not like that," Joker interjected but the other male simply clicked his tongue.
Standing to his feet Wooin placed another lollipop in his mouth and swiveled it around. "You were sucking on her neck like she was candy."
The frost-haired male raised a clenched fist in a threatening manner however the shorter one just laughed to himself.
"Why are you mad at me, I'm right!"
Ignoring the Sabbath Crew's leader, Joker set himself on his bike and rolled himself back and forth as he contemplated what to text.
"She's probably not even going to answer and she works the night shifts so she's most likely sleeping." He mumbled to himself.
Wooin leaned over to glance at the phone and shrugged his shoulder. "Don't cut yourself short, bro. I think she genuinely likes you."
Remaining silent he pondered on what to say.
He typed a short sentence at first but quickly deleted it, remarking it as cringe. Typing and deleting multiple sentences he was wasting his energy before finally he just decided on one.
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+82 XX XXXX YYYY
Hey, this is Joker. Wooin snagged your number back at your apartment and I just got it.
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Grumbling to himself he sent it the message and started at the checkmarks before turning it off and stuffing it in the pockets of his sweats.
"Damn, I was the one getting anxious just watching you struggle. You're acting like a virgin." Wooin remarked which promoted Joker to slap his hand down on the shorter male's hat and knock his tinted glasses off his face.
Opening his mouth to speak the sudden vibration against his thigh stole his attention. He swiftly pulled out his cellular device and unlocked it.
And to his surprise, it was a message back from you.
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(Y/n)
Hey! Sorry for replying so fast but I was just about to go to sleep. What's up? Do you need some medical help or something?
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A sigh of relief left his lips and responded back almost too eagerly. He began to become a bit anxious as he typed out his next message and his throat tightened from the possibility of being rejected.
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+82 XX XXXX YYYY
No, I'm going to race tonight for once and Wooin said I should invite you. We're going to eat before then though.
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"You're sweating," Wooin commented while swiveling the lollipop in his mouth and scrolling through the new message his boss sent him.
Joker merely ignored him and stared at his screen, his thumb hovering over his device. A minute or two passed before he saw the bubbles in the corner pop up to indicate you were typing.
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(Y/n)
Wow, you're actually inviting me out with you two. Warming up to me now? 😜😜
I'm down for some food if you're paying and if you're going to race then don't embarrass me and lose. :)
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The frost-haired male laughed in his throat and released his tensed shoulders. Leaning his arms over his curved handlebars he typed carefully.
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+82 XX XXXX YYYY
I'll send you the address of the restaurant, we'll be there around 630.
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Once he glanced up from his phone he observed Wooin's lips stretching into a coy grin, his forked tongue sticking about.
"You're blushing! You really are love-struck." He spoke while laughing to himself. Joker clicked his tongue swiped his soft bangs out of his eyes.
"Shut up, it's not like that. Now, what does Sangho want us to do this time?"
Peering up at the taller male through his tinted glasses, his grin grew sinisterly. "Special delivery."
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His fingers flickered between the keys on the keychain whilst his silver optics stared out the window, observing every car and pedestrian that passed by.
Resting his chin in the palm of his hand he glanced down at his phone screen and tapped it on.
No notification.
He sighed audibly and leaned back in his seat, his fingers intertwining on the table.
"We literally came ten minutes early, your desperation is not appealing right now," Wooin uttered while chewing on the last remnants of his lollipop and spitting the stick out the window. "Girls usually tend to be late if they're dressing up for a date."
"It's not a date," Joker interjected. "You're here."
The ebony-haired man rolled his eyes behind his tinted glasses and leaned back in the booth. "Why are you so reluctant to just admit you like (Y/n)?"
Joker crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. "I don't like her. This isn't high school." He pressed.
"Then you just wanna f*ck. You're going through an awful lot of trouble for some p*ssy." Sabbath leader voiced and reached for another loli.
"Hey, sorry it took me so long!"
The two males jumped in their seats from the sound of your voice and flung their gaze towards your direction.
You stepped over to the table and allowed them to observe your figure. Trendy clothes that fit your body well, a black choker around your neck, and make-up adorning your face.
Your hair was styled with a small golden dragon clip in it.
Sliding into the booth seat next to Joker, you placed your backpack between your feet and clasped your hands together on the table.
The two males remained silent which prompted one of your brows to raise curiously. "You guys okay?" You questioned.
Wooin coughed and nodded his head, muttering a quiet 'yeah' as Joker merely grunted while shifting his gaze to the open window.
Nodding your head slowly at their odd behavior you reached for a menu and opened it. "Have you guys ordered yet?"
"Nah, we were waiting for you." The ebony-haired male replied.
Joker reached for his menu and glanced down at it, his eyes attempting to remain on the words but they slowly drifted over to your frame.
You looked...You looked really good.
Your facial features that he had only ever seen bare were now pronounced by your makeup. It was pretty, you did a good job.
"Is something on my face?" He heard you ask and he realized that he had been staring for a considerable amount of time.
He swiftly turned his head away to look down at his menu. Wooin bit his lip to stifle a laugh that only had Joker kick his shoes against the shorter male's shin.
"Ow, f*cker!"
Joker gave the male across from him a warning glare before glancing back down at the words on the paper.
It didn't take long for the waitress to arrive and ask what refreshments the group desired.
"Soju." You murmured, continuing to glance through all the options. Wooin announced a low 'same' while Joker merely raised his hand to indicate he wanted the low percentage alcoholic drink.
"Are ready to order or do you need more time?" The waitress quired.
"I'm ready, how about you guys?" You questioned, glancing up at the two males. They nodded their head absentmindedly so you turned back to the waitress and pointed out one of your favorite meals.
Wooin pointed over to a meal and read it off for the waitress who hummed in acknowledgment before turning her gaze to Joker.
Once her eyes connected with frost haired male she swallowed thickly, his intimidating gaze making the back of her neck sweat.
She quickly turned her gaze to her iPad and cleared her throat. "A-And you, sir?"
He wasn't even in the mood to eat anymore, he barely could manage to read the menu to pick anything out.
"Whatever she's having." He murmured under his breath and reached for his phone. The waitress quickly left once she received everyone's orders which left the three of you to yourselves.
A message popped on the Joker's screen, a text from Wooin.
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Adrenaline Junkie
'It's not like that' my f*cking a**
🙈🙈🙈
You're such a simp
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His silver eyes flung across from his phone at a grinning Woojin, his forked tongue sticking outwards and he spun his sugary sucker on the extremity.
Joker pursed his lips, scratching at the scar on the left side of his face before turning off his phone and placing it down on the table.
Glancing over to your frame he witness your brows furrowed and your eyes narrowing at your phone screen.
He raised an eyebrow at your uneasy expression and moved his leg so it could knock against yours.
You glanced up from your phone and quickly turned it off, displaying a smile that could easily be seen twitching downwards.
"It's nothing. Just some annoying pest that won't leave me alone." You answered.
"Really?" Wooin asked, his expression morphing into something much more sinister. His sharp eyes narrowed behind his tinted glasses, his forked tongue sticking about to display his tongue piercing. "Want us to get rid of them?"
You opened your lips to reply however the words became stuck in your throat once you observed Joker's expression.
His eyes appeared dangerous, his jaw clenched with his lips tight against each other. One of his hands turned into a fist atop the table and the veins protruded against the skin.
Letting out a peal of laughter you shook your head to de-escalate the hostility and stuffed the device in your back pocket.
"Nah, don't waste your time on someone like him - Oh look, our drinks are here!" You reached for your Soju bottle while the waitress placed shot glasses in the middle of your table.
"Your food will come in a few minutes." The worker announced before dismissing herself.
Unscrewing the cap you began pouring drinks for the three off you and cleared your throat once you were done.
"A shot for luck, although I have a feeling you won't need it, Joker."
His throat tightened at hearing his name as he reached for the glass along with his crew leader. The way you looked at him, grinning with glimmering eyes had his stomach swirling with a heavy sensation.
Joker brought the soju drink closer to himself and observed his distorted appearance in the liquid.
He was right, you were dangerous.
"Bottoms up," Wooin announced as the three of you simultaneously threw it back in sync.
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Observing Joker leaning back on his back, his long legs holding up his bike while they waited for the race to start.
The sun had already set, the abandoned printing factory lit up by neon paint and glow-in-the-dark accessories. People were already raving with the band on stage warming up with practice vocals.
You leaned over the fence and glanced up at Joker who was slipping on his grey racing gloves.
"Hey."
He peered down from his hands to your face where you gave him a smile on your glossy lips. "Good luck and be careful."
The frost-haired male hummed as he reached out and placed one of his large hands on the top of your beanie.
His face was expressionless as ever but there was a glint in those silver optics. Your grin couldn't help but grow from his action, warmth setting on your cheeks that burned beneath your skin.
"Okay lover birds, the race is about to start." Wooin voiced while stepping forward, his hands hidden in the pocket of his sweats.
Joker turned to glare at the shorter male while you merely looked away and pushed off the fence so his hand fell from your head.
The monitor on the wall behind the band turned on, the riders visible on the screen with the host announcing the prize and contestants.
When the camera shifted to Joker he kept his gaze forward, unaffected by everyone's eyes on him. He looked so cool from the angle, his jawline prominent with his dangly earrings clinking together.
"You're drooling," Wooin murmured.
"What?" You asked with your hands flying to your lips only to feel nothing but your gloss. Scrunching your nose you whipped around to face the crew leader who was grinning at you.
He reached into the pocket of his snakeskin jacket and pulled out a lollipop. "Here, help distract you from your horny thoughts."
"Wooin!" You snapped, the heat on your face growing hotter even on that chilly night. The ebony-haired man simply laughed aloud and pressed the candy into your hands.
"Come on, it's starting."
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the two of you stepped over to the finish line where another enlarged monitor stood on a stand.
People could be heard making bets in the background as the music raved on, loads of money that you could only dream of receiving on a paycheck were put on Joker.
Somehow pride swelled within your chest, your lips twitching into a grin as you shifted your weight on one foot and leaned into Wooin's embrace.
As soon as the announcer started the rest of the contestants pushed off with incredible speed. There was a crowd of cyclists biking at the same pace with only a few ahead.
Your eyes immediately latched onto the vibrant neon number tag that was placed on Joker's windbreaker and he appeared to not have even broken a sweat.
He was way ahead of his appointments and he was even easily twisting around curves and unsteady gravel with one hand stuff in his pants pocket.
The frost-haired man was a lot cooler than you had imagined before.
Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, jolting you out of your though as you reached for it and turned it on.
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Private Number
WHERE ARE YOU
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You knew exactly who it was and scowled at your screen. He was annoyingly relentless and no matter what you say he would never listen.
The best thing to do was ignore him so you were about to turn off your phone but another message popped up.
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Private Number
YOU LEFT YOUR LOCATION ON
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Sweat began to drip down the back of your neck and dampen your hair.
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Private Number
WHOSE THAT HOLDING YOU?
CHEATING ON ME WITH ANOTHER PIECE OF SH*T ARENT YOU!
IGNORE ME AGAIN AND YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT I'M GOING TO DO
SO TURN AROUND
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Inhaling a shaky breath you ambled your head back and through the crowd, you could make out his recognizable fern green eyes.
Air became stuck in your throat as the blond tilted his head to the side and began trekking out of the factory.
This was it, you were tired of him. Tired of him still having a grasp on your life even when you kicked him out and broke up with him.
You were finally ready to move on and experience the freedom you never had. He needed to know that he didn't have his claws in the back of your head anymore.
"Hey, I'll be right back." You shouted over the music and removed Wooin's arm from around your shoulder. Not waiting for the male's reply you maneuvered past the crowd to the exit doors.
Chilled air caressed your skin, the music muffled in the background as you pulled your jacket tighter around your body.
"Alright, I'm here, Junsu!" You announced.
A rustling could be heard before the man kicked himself off the wall and stepped closer to you so he stood under the lamp post.
Scoffing you crossed your arms underneath your chest and stood firmly on the ground. "What do you want?"
The tan male clicked his tongue, his fingers tightening around the phone in his left hand. "I want you to stop acting like an sl*t and cheating on me. I deserve an apology from you."
"Huh!?" You snapped and cocked your head to the side. "Apologize? To you? You're the b*stard that cheated! We broke up months ago but you're the one that's still constantly harassing me! You owe me a f*cking apology!"
Junsu scowled at your words and stepped forward so his tower height could appear more threatening but it was nowhere like the frost-haired male's.
"I never agreed to us breaking up. You're the one that threw all of my shit out of our apartment-"
"My apartment!" You interjected and pointed a finger against his chest. "Only my name is on that damn lease, I was the only one that paid rent. You lived like a f*cking bum not doing sh*t but cheating and sleeping!"
His hand flew to your throat where he grasped it in a firm hold and lowered his face to be in front of yours. "Don't act as if you weren't flirting with all those guys behind my back. I treated you like a f*ckin princess and you wanted to be ungrateful about everything I did for you. I should have disciplined you better, I should have hit you harder."
Your nostrils flared as you snapped your leg out and connected it with his d*ck as hard as you could. He wheezed audibly, his hold on your throat loosened enough for you to pull away,
Pivoting on the balls of your feet you attempted to run back into the factory but your wrist was snatched. The blond yanked your body backward which caused you to tumble to your knees and scrape them against the rocks on the dirt path.
"Ow!" You exclaimed only to choke on your words when he grasped your lower jaw with his hands and haul you to your feet.
He slammed the back of your head against the walls of the factory with his body pressing right up against yours.
The pain from your crown making contact with the metal walls left you dazed, unable to think as you attempted to collect yourself.
His hands could be felt tugging at the ends of your top and pulling them up to reveal your bare stomach.
"I should have put a baby in you when I had the chance." He muttered, his brows furrowing deeply.
Groaning audibly you reached for his wrist and attempted to push him off but it only enraged him more.
One of his hands came down upon your face, the force knocking your head to the side and busting open your bottom lip.
You hissed from the pain, the inner corner of your eyes stinging with tears swelling over. "Junsu, p-please." You begged however he merely gripped your jaws and forced you to look up at him.
"You belong to me. No one else and I'm going to make sure everyone knows what a filthy little b*tch you are." He seethed while his other hand trailed down to your jeans.
Struggling was useless as he undid your belt, his other hand migrating to squeeze your throat to stop any loud cries of help that were already useless against the blaring music inside.
Tears trickled from your eyes, make-up smearing across your cheek with the blood from your wound smudging over your chin and jaw.
Your zipper echoed out into the night as the man laughed down at you. "Pathetic." He whispered and placed his lips against your bloody ones. "You're so pathetic it's cute."
It seemed as if the world was caving in, the pain buzzing into a cold numbness while your ex-partner continued his assault on your body.
You were scared, so scared but also so disappointed and disgusted in yourself for allowing the situation to transpire.
All of a sudden Junsu's hands were yanked off of you with such extreme force that you fell onto your bloody knees.
Your blurry gaze flung upwards and to your surprise that recognizable frost-haired male stood a few meters away from you.
"Wait, you're the-" The blond's words were replaced with a grunt as Joker's fist connected with Junsu's cheek.
He wailed audibly and grasped his cheek, his bottom lip busted as he touched it lightly to see the blood.
"You f*cker, I'll-" And again Joker landed another fluid punch that was followed by multiple others.
The music that was blaring ceased while the crowd that was once infesting the abandoned building began to flow out to witness the commotion.
It was as if a beast had taken over the 6'6 (195 cm) male with the way he brutally battered against your ex-partner.
Wooin gripped your shoulders and shook your frame, attempting to gain your attention but your gaze was transfixed on Joker.
You've never seen him fight before and it was absolutely terrifying. It was as if he couldn't feel pain with how he pounding his fist over and over again against Jinsu's face.
The blond's tan skin was now drenched in his own blood, staining Joker's white shirt and with flecks along his cheeks.
Suddenly Junsu's fern green eyes rolled back in his head to show the whites.
"S-Stop! Joker, stop it, you're killing him!"
You pushed out of Wooin's hold and rushed forward to kick the tall man of the fallen ones. Joker tripped onto his bottom, his hands splaying out behind him to catch his body.
Falling to your knees you hovered your ear above his nose to hear if he was respiring. "He's not breathing! Call one-one-two! We need an ambulance!"
You were still dizzy from your head being thrown against the wall but you pushed through it to intertwine your hands and begin chest compression.
People around you were shouting, screaming at each other and it all just made your head throb with intensity.
Movement in the corner of your eye gained your attention. Glimpsing upwards you witnessed Joker staring at you with an expression other than emotionless.
He looked hurt, his silver optics enlarged with his lips parted. The furrow in his brows was deep with a prominent scar on the left side of his face twitching.
You couldn't forget that look like he lost control as he beat down on your ex-partner. His strength, the amount of force he could produce, was terrifying.
Realizing that you weren't breathing you snapped your gaze away and focused all your attention on resuscitation.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
You stared at the agonizingly bright screen again for the nth time that day, rereading your unread messages over and over again.
He ignored every single one of them, ceasing any contact with you since that night. You don't remember much after the ambulance had hauled Junsu to the hospital.
It was all a blur at one point, recognizing that you rode in the vehicle to the hospital to explain what happened and where most of his injuries occurred.
You were still shaken from the incident, both Junsu's assault and Joker's attack. Make-up stained your face and if it wasn't for Wooin's help, you probably would have ended up passing out on the side of the road.
Messaging Joker you asked if he was okay but he never even read the text. You waited a few more days before sending a couple of other texts but he too ignored those.
It was unnerving to be receiving the cold shoulder from him now and even more upsetting when you asked Wooin what was going on and even he didn't know.
The silence from him had been lasting for weeks and you didn't want to appear annoying but you worried about him.
Heaving a heavy sigh you turned off your cellular device and threw it on the other side of the bed. Thunder rumbled outside of your apartment building with the sound of pounding rain hurling onto the roof.
The ambiance of the storm would have been enjoyed but your despondency weighed you down like lead.
You couldn't sleep, your mind was restless whilst your stomach ached. Rolling over onto your back you stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars and sighed once again.
Goosebumps arose on your skin from the air conditioning but you merely wrapped yourself tighter in the comforter.
You worked that night, your body was in need of as much sleep as possible however the same scene just kept playing over and over again in your head.
it was like you could hear the sound of his fist hitting bone again, the sound of Junsu wheezing and begging for him to stop.
How could you forget that fighting was what he did for a living? He was surrounded by violence and flourished off of it.
Maybe it was best that he was distancing himself from you, that type of lifestyle wasn't what you needed in your life.
And who knows, he might one day turn his fist on you as Junsu had done before.
A strike of lightning flashed outside of your window that was followed by thunder a few seconds later. Your room was lit up by the light which promoted you to stand to your feet and amble over to the sliding doors.
Grasping the curtains you were about to close them however something in the distance caught your attention.
Recognizable frost blue hair was dampened and flat from the pounding rain, splotches of red all over his face and hands.
"Oh my god." You breathed and snatched a jacket that hung on your computer chair. You carelessly dressed in it as you slipped on a pair of shoes and skirted down the hallway.
The elevator would have taken too long, he might have already left so you trekked down the stairs and rushed through the lobby.
Already out of breath, you passed by the security guard who was asleep like usual. The sliding doors opened automatically as you rushed out into the rain over to the male who stared up at your apartment building.
"What the h*ll are you doing!?"
His gaze lowered to meet yours, his expression unreadable with blood dripping over his left eye that was being washed away.
Rain drenched your hair, trickling down the back of your neck and soaking your clothes. The water was cold, your body freezing as if you had submerged yourself in a frozen lake.
"You're going to get sick." He murmured, his low voice barely above the raging storm.
Scoffing at his words you opened the gate and snatched his wrist, tugging him towards your apartment building.
He made his body heavy, his feet planted firmly that stopped him from moving. Twisting around to face him your hand that was around his wrist rose to slap him across the face.
His head snapped to the side while his gaze remained on the ground. Blood from his facial wounds stuck to your hand before quickly being washed away by the rain.
"I don't give a f*ck." You snapped and grasped his wrist again, this time succeeding in yanking his body towards your building.
His feet trailed behind him as he followed, water droplets blanketing the tiled floor of the lobby as the both of you entered the elevator.
Your hand continued to rest on his wrist; however, he made no attempt to remove it. The elevator chimed once it reached the top floor and you continued to drag him to your apartment.
Only silence surrounded your figures as you unlocked the door and stepped in, the chilly air from your air conditioning freezing the soaked clothes upon your bodies.
A puddle of liquid was quick to form beneath your feet in the small foyer that reflected your distorted appearance.
Fat raindrops continued to pound against the building with thunder reverberating in quicker loops. Releasing his wrist you spun on the balls of your feet and faced him, assessing all the cuts and new bruises on his face.
The sleeves of his jean jacket were rolled to his elbows, showcasing his tattooed forearms that were bruised with other cuts covering them.
His knuckled bleed profusely, dripping down into the puddle of water and distilling.
"Why have you been ignoring me!? Why do you look like this!? You were fighting, huh!?" You exclaimed, hands scrunching into a fist by your side.
The male simply stared down at you with his cold silver eyes, his wet frost blue basically white hair sticking to his forehead.
He made no attempt to react to your words as he just stood there, bleeding while dripping frigid heavy water.
Rage coursed through your veins, the blood below your skin boiling with fury.
"I was so worried about you! I couldn't sleep, I barely could eat and Wooin was the one telling me of how you could barely move because of all your injuries!"
His jaw clenched, his chest expanding from his deep inhale. "Don't act as if you care." He remarked with his deep rumbling voice.
Your lips fell agape with a laugh of disbelief escaping your mouth. "Excuse me!? If I didn't care do you think I would be checking up on you all the time!? Worrying myself sick for you, wishing you would just tell me that you're okay!? All you needed to do was just talk to me!"
Joker began visible fume, his shoulders trembling with a vein on the side of his neck throbbing. Those smoldering silver optics formed a menacing glare.
"Don't lie to me..." He seethed under his breath and you never heard such threatening words leave his mouth. It made chills run down your back. "You were worried about him."
"Joker!" You snarled with a finger pointing at his chest. "He wasn't breathing!"
His fist came flying towards you, and immediately you braced for the impact; however, it never connected with your body.
Instead, it landed against the wall next to your head with a loud bang reverberating in the room. "I heard everything he said! He was going to r*pe you for f*cks sake! You think I was going to let that happen!?"
For the first time since you had known the giant man, you had never heard him raise his voice or yell. It made your knees tremble, your breathing erratic with your heart skipped a beat.
He looked so dangerous above you with his towering height and sturdy build. You felt like a small prey with a perilous predatory waiting for the right time to attack.
"He needed to get his f*cking face caved in and you stopped me! You protected that b*stard!"
"No!" You had cried with a bellowing voice that echoed within your apartment. "You were going to kill him!"
He leaned down, his face so close to yours that you could see his deep scowl. "So what!? He deserved it!" He scoffed.
You wanted to appear strong and confident but your (e/c) eyes betrayed you. They stung as blurred tears shimmered within your optics, your lips quivering and teeth chattering.
Overwhelmed with emotions, you could barely breathe, a pounding headache forming against your temples.
"He deserved it enough for you to go to jail if you killed him!? Who's gonna take care of your brothers then!? You were going to leave them to fend for themselves!?"
The tears cascaded down your face as if you were back in the rain and you wished you were, it was embarrassing for him to see you losing control over your emotions.
Your nose stung, your face burning with heat contrasting against your limbs that were covered in goosebumps from your damp clothing.
"I-" You swallowed strenuously and shook your head slowly. "I am not important enough for you to throw your life away like that."
Joker sucked in a breath, his fist falling from the wall only for his hands to reach under your thighs and heaving you upwards.
Your (e/c) optics widened, your hands flying to grasp his wet shoulders as he pressed your back against the wall.
His body rested in between your legs that held onto his sides. He was so close, the scent of his cologne wafting into your nose.
The heat of your bodies fought against the cold of your wet clothes with his grip on your bare legs basically boiling.
"I don't want to hear you ever say that." He seethed through tightly clenched teeth. "I would do anything for you."
Looking into his smoldering silver eyes he held your gaze, his grip on your thighs growing tighter.
"It just pisses me off that you cared so much about him." He leaned forward so his nose brushed against yours, the metallic smell of his blood prompting your tummy to churn.
"Anything?" You whispered under your breath.
He nodded his head, his breath fanning your lips. "Anything."
Your hands rose from his shoulders to his hair where you tangled your fingers within his drying locks.
"Kiss me if you really mean it."
Joker sucked in a deep breath while the corner of his lips tugged into a rare minuscule grin that made your tummy coil. "I'm still mad at you." He whispered above the pounding rain.
"Then take it out on me."
The male didn't waste another moment as he connected his lips with yours. You responded eagerly and pulled on his hair to deepen the kiss.
He hummed in between your lips, his chest pressing against yours with his heart beating at a rapid pace. Your own was at an irregular rate, beating within your ears that grew louder with every passing second.
Intertwining your tongues together you could taste him. He was sweet like sugar yet bitter like alcohol, like fermented fruit that made you dizzy.
His grip tightened, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed your crotch against his.
It was so desperate with the way the two of you drove your lips against each other, like two frantically hopeless people longing for better.
Your body heated as if he ignited a fire beneath your skin and only added fuel as he kissed you fervently.
His body grounded against yours, a bulge pressing against your c*nt that began to stiffen. The frost-haired male pulled away to breathe for a moment, his eyes half-lidded with his fingers trembling.
You gazed up at him swallowing thickly as drool dribbled down the corner of your lip. He groaned silently, pushing against your body before capturing your lips in another amorous kiss.
Succumbing to his dominant manner you allowed for his tongue to enter your mouth, exploring the inside and making sure to taste every bit of yourself.
A hum echoed out that was swallowed out when he kissed you hard enough to take your breath away. Your head felt light from the lack of air, you had to tug harshly on his hair to get him to release your lips.
He huffed aloud, pulling his head back far enough to witness your heavily debauched expression. Heat wafted off of your face that only burned hotter under his gaze.
Suddenly your back was removed from the wall as he traveled out of the foyer and into the living room.
Joker set you down upon the dining table where he released your thighs only to yank away your soaking wet jacket and top.
Your chest was left bare with streaks of water dusting your heated skin. It felt as if your nipples were burning under his gaze, hardening visibly that was taunting him.
He leaned forward to kiss your lips one more time before trailing down your jaw to your throat so he could suck and nibble on the soft flesh.
You gripped his shoulders, your legs pressing against his side as the stinging pressure shot down your body.
His hands trailed up from your sensitive tummy until he reached your chest. His thumbs pressed against your nipples which immediately had you shiver.
The giant moved his lips from your throat that was beautifully decorated with his love bites to your shoulder.
He lightly kissed it until he clamped down and nipped at the exposed flesh. Bucking your hips you slowly lay back against the table while his hands dropped from your breast to pull down your bottoms and shoes.
Completely bare beneath the handsome man you began to grow self-conscious but when he pulled away from your shoulder to look at you, it slowly melted away.
His pale face flushed with color while he swallowed strenuously. The look in his eyes could only be described as lascivious, full of s*xual desire, and pent-up l*st.
Placing a hand against his warm cheeks you cocked your to the side and swept a tongue over your bottom lip. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
He leaned down and gripped behind your knees, forcing your legs open so everything was visible to him. You clenched over nothing from his action and swallowed thickly.
Joker's lips pressed against the valley of your breast before he trailed wet lingering kisses down your sensitive tummy until he reached your cl*t.
Kissing it he had you jolt against the table which provoked a deeply satisfying hum from within his chest.
"I don't think. I know you are." He stated in between your thighs.
Your stomach coiled from his words and your heartbeat dropped to your cl*t.
The giant angled his head to kiss your left thigh, nibbling on it softly to arouse dark-colored love bites to adorn your skin.
Each sensual sting went straight to your lower region which only made everything twice as sensitive. Gripping onto his fluffy frost locks had promoted him to lift his gaze to meet yours.
His warm wet kisses resumed their assault on your skin as he rose up your leg, advancing up your inner thighs that had you already trembling.
By the time he finally reached your c*nt he could visibly see the strings of slick attaching to your bottom.
He could feel the heat wafting off of it and swallowed. Releasing your legs he removed his jean jacket and sweater so his own torso was bare of any clothing.
As if your thighs were marked with his name his hands resumed their spot on your legs and pushed them apart.
Whimpering under your breath you clench over nothing, tightening from his stare that couldn't help but make you feel embarrassed.
"Call out my name," He murmured lowly, his breathing hitting your sensitive c*nt which yielded a transient short inhale from your puffy lips.
You swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth and rolled your hips to urge him closer. "Joker, please."
His lips placed a lingering kiss on your throbbing cl*t before kissing down along your moisten slits. His actions brought about shivers that danced up your legs and continued all the way up to your spine.
The giant was on his knees, preying upon the sensitive areas of your lower body. He forced your legs even farther apart with his strength so he was allowed space to kiss ubiquitous.
Around your cl*t, along your slicked lips, and in the crease of your thighs where all places he smooched like a man appreciating priceless art.
Your body burned with undeniable l*st, pleading for any sort of friction to ease the throbbing in your cl*t.
Tugging harshly on his fluffy hair you urged him to go farther and it only resulted in him grinning against your heated flesh.
"You think I'm going to give you what you want when I'm still mad at you?" He jeered in his low voice that rumbled against your body.
Your eyes narrowed while your hips bucked and rolled against his lips. "I'm sorry." You spoke over the raging storm.
The giant sucked on one of your moistened slits before kissing your aching cl*t. "Not good enough."
You whined and yanked on his hair. "He means nothing to me!" Lighting flared in through the windows which were followed by rolling thunder. "You're the only one that I want..."
Joker froze in his spot while the grin fell from his lips. You could hear him taking a deep breath before tightening his hold on your bruised thighs.
"F*ck, that made me hard." He murmured under his breath.
Before you even had a chance to reply his mouth was felt entrapping your cl*t and sucking.
"Ah~!" The gasp left your lips unconsciously as your hips jutted upwards with your hands tugging on his hair.
He removed his mouth from around your cl*t so he could lick along your entrance that secreted your arousal.
Your slick was hot, practically burning against the flat pad of his tongue but he devoured it like liquor and craving more like an addict.
"Oh god(s), just like that." You murmured under your breath, shutting your eyes to indulge in the man's touch.
As he greedily consumed your essence, sweat coated your skin while your hair stuck to your jaw, and your bruised neck.
Joker gazed upon your ecstasy-filled expression, observing with extreme inquisitiveness at your trembling limbs and throbbing nipples.
He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.
It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming nearly too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.
You were becoming lost in his endearing touch, your mind entirely only focusing on his tongue. It was your body moving on its own, grinding harder against his mouth for more that caught Joker's attention.
He gave your little cl*t a single last lick before his tongue dragged downwards across the rest of your c*nt. The action caused you to shudder and contract your tummy.
Lightly he pressed his teeth against your bud compelling you to cry out and raise your hips. Releasing his firm hold on your thighs he lightly trailed his fingers down to your hips before resting on your waist.
His hands felt as if they belonged there, fitting so firmly like a trophy on a pedestal. Tenderly his thumbs drew circles and caressed your sweaty skin.
Your moans mixing with screaming wind and pounding rain was a melody reverberating within his ears.
While he continued to lick and taste your private area, your stomach rose and fell with every brief astute breath you bore.
And finally, his tongue entered your burning, sopping wet hole.
The pressure of a part of himself penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, thighs flying to press against his head and hold him in place.
He hummed at your reaction, his lidded gaze meeting yours for a moment as he observed the way you could barely even breathe properly.
It was as if his belly was not only becoming full with your juices, but also the sight of your lecherous expression.
Words couldn't explain the way your abdomen tingled and spread throughout all of your veins. The tugging on his hair only grew harsher the more the ache in your belly grew.
In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as you dripped all down your bottom.
You wanted more, the sensation of reaching a peak so close but so far. Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.
He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within your living room.
There was this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.
The frost-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and wailed audibly.
His left hand that had been holding your waist migrated lightly to your thigh where he intimately trailed his fingertips up and down your leg.
It was overwhelming with how good he was as if he already knew every nook and cranny of your body.
Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched off the table.
Teasingly slow he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.
He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth again before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.
Heaving a satisfied sigh he spoke against your body. "I knew you'd taste good but f*ck, I'm obsessed."
Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers tugging harsher on his soft fluffy locks.
He was speaking to you much more than he normally did.
You were so close.
The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.
You were approaching the end, right at the edge of the cliff where you'd plunge into a reservoir of dazing fulfillment.
And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"N-Ngh, ah~!" You cried over the storm, bellowing out within your apartment.
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing down on his long tongue.
Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted.
The sight itself was astounding to the giant man who relished in viewing your climax. Unadulterated ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up too.
He couldn't have been any prouder of the fact that he had you in such a vulnerable state, shaking, barely even able to breathe because of the intense release he brought you to.
You were blundering mess from just his tongue that could make you c*m so intensely, he was was triumphant from that fact.
Joker leisurely lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against the soft pads of his tongue.
It had you shaking profoundly beneath him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open, fatigue took over all your limbs leaving you limp and quite feeble.
Reluctantly he pulled away slowly and kissed your cl*t as if saying he'll come back to it later. The action had you jolt in your spot and pull his head away from in between your legs.
His lips were a coy grin that dripped with your climax, the long scar in the corner of his mouth tugging against his flushed skin.
Seeing the usually expressionless cold giant smirking at you was continuing to add fuel to the fire he ignited a long time ago.
Releasing his hair you grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to connect his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue that mixed with the taste of himself.
Greedily sucking on his tongue you wanted to share the taste and kiss him again.
Joker's hands reached down to your bruised thighs so he could heave you upwards and carry you off the table.
Blinking your heavy eyelids you watched as he brought you over to the couch and lay you on your back. He grasped the armrest while he slid down his pants and briefs so his hardened c*ck could spring out and tap his naval healthily.
Your mouth hung open at the scenery, greedily taking in the sight of his pretty rosy d*ck. Thick veins protruded against the skin of his c*ck that was flushed with color. Its tip added to the size of his length that was glossy from pre-c*m. His girth was almost threatening but at the same time made your mouth water.
You knew he gave off big d*ck energy but holy f*ck everything about him was big.
Removing his clothes and shoes he was completely bare next to your figure on the couch, every single inch of his body being drunken in like a starving heathen.
His free hand reached down to his length, pumping it a few times to smear his secreted lubricant across it.
Leaning upon your elbows you angled your head to the side so your tongue could lick across his wide tip.
The giant sucked in a breath, his stomach contracting slightly as you parted your puffy lips to suck on the head.
Your lecherous gaze rose slowly to meet his, once again aroused by that desperately erogenous look in his smoldering silver optics.
"F*ck." He cursed under his breath while his hand reached out to move your hair out of your face and caress your jaw. "You look so pretty with my c*ck in your mouth but you'd look even better with it buried deep inside of you."
Your cl*t fluttered as you clenched over nothing.
Pulling back to spit on it you began smearing it along his length, needing to use both of your hands to pump him.
"So you're not mad at me anymore?" You quired in a purposefully innocent voice that had the male sweep his tongue over his bottom lip.
"Oh, I'm still mad which is why-" He removed your hands from his body only to grasp your waist to sit you up.
He set his tattooed figure in the middle of the couch before tugging you onto his lap, his c*ck resting in between your already swollen slits.
The pressure against your cl*t had you swallow thickly, your hands flying to grip the man's bare shoulder.
"-you're going to do the work."
Joker's hands lowered to your hips where he ground your body against his thick length. He observed your reaction with intense eyes, already viewing the way you began to unravel and he hadn't even entered inside.
A soft mewl echoed out from within your mouth as you felt yourself quiver and ache for him. You wanted him so bad.
Raising your hips you reached down to his c*ck and pressed the fatty tip at your entrance. Its bulbous tip twitched against your body, pulsating as it too desired to be within your body.
Gingerly you sank down and gasped, your head throwing itself back whilst you shut your eyes from the intense sensation.
The frost-haired male could be heard inhaling deeply with his hands tightening their hold on your hips, his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your bottom.
Your free hand gripped onto his tattooed wrist, piercing your nails in his forearm as you took every inch of him carefully.
The shape of him inside was such a prominent sensation that it was the only thing you could think of. You felt so full, taking in as much you could until he pressed right up against your cervix.
A bit of him was still left unentered however your seething hot juices that dribbled down were enough to stimulate it too.
You were already shaking, your stomach tightening and tingling as if another org*sm was right around the corner.
Your walls stretched to accommodate his massive length before ultimately molding perfectly around him.
It was as you were made to be together. Like you were a lock and he was the only key that could fit inside and unlock the sensations that no one could bring about.
Even if he was so different from you, from a whole different world, he was the only one you had ever known to feel so right.
"You look as if you're about to c*m."
Slowly you opened your eyes and leaned your head forward in an almost drunken manner.
His hair was a mess, clinging to the side of his face as a bead of sweat trickled down his neck. Your eyes rose to meet his half-lidded gaze, his c*ck twitching inside and throbbing in desperation.
"I could-" You swallowed the saliva in your mouth and inhaled a deep breath. "-I could say the same about you."
He leaned forward so your nipples brushed against his broad chest and placed a smooch right below your ear. "Then you better get going." He whispered, and a roar of thunder boomed shortly after.
With shaky movements, you rose your hips. The sensation of becoming empty was a strikingly exasperating feeling, something that made you desire to be full of him more than ever.
Using the force of your body weight, you lowered down on his shaft and spasmed, your thighs tightening around his with your nails drawing blood.
He hissed softly under his breathed and jutted his hips upwards, kissing the entrance to your womb while grazing over sensorial nerves and spots deep inside.
"Oh, god(s)." You whimpered your nerves on fire and continued to burn with every passing second.
Joker hummed, the deep rumble vibrating off of his chest against your own. Perky nipples that were already sensitive on their own rubbed along his skin, desiring to be pulled and touched.
Your hips moved with a rhythm, the muscles of your thighs flexing while you used your strength to keep yourself steady.
It was the simplest thing anyone could do, but you struggled to even focus. With the close proximity of your warm bodies, and his soft groaning in your ear, there was too much to concentrate on.
"S-So...So big." You murmured and trailed your hands to reach his chest and plant firmly against them.
"Yeah?" He quired under his breath while leaning forward to kiss your lips. You responded back eagerly; however, he pulled away too quickly for your liking. "And yet you take me so well."
Your tummy fluttered.
"Stop." You laughed under your breath and ground slowly on him, feeling the ridges of his thick veins grazing against those mind-boggling spots deep and shallow inside.
One of his arms wrapped around the small of your back while the other reached upwards to hold your face in his large palm.
His thumb caressed your bottom lip while he breathed erratically, his broad chest expanding with the vein on his neck pulsating.
"But you're doing so good." He murmured.
You whimpered and rose your hips with the help of his arm around your lower back. A divet in your spine as you pushed your bottom out to bounce and jiggle every time you landed on his lap.
The pleasure, the passion, the desire, it was so strong and shared by the two of you. Sweaty bodies pressing against each other and lips moving together in a desperate manner.
He tugged your body to press against his chest as he dropped his head to your best. His tongue swirled around a swollen nipple as the hand around your face migrated to tangle within your hair.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. You rode him to the best of your ability, high off the shared intimacy.
The once chilled, frigid apartment now felt feverish, with heated bodies rubbing and grinding against each other.
His long scar could be felt along the sweaty skin of your best, and it only added to the delight. Every sensation, every single thing about him, was driving your insides to flutter and bring forth another org*sm.
Only incoherent rambling and mewls left your lifts and echoed into the apartment that mixed with the storm.
Soft grunts and audible breathing left Joker's plump lips. Although they were small noises of pleasure, they went straight to your cl*t that was throbbing.
His attention switched to your other breast; he tugged on your n*pple with his teeth before sucking on, gazing up at you so you could watch him devour the sensitive buds.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your peak was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
You swore under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from how heavy your tongue felt in your mouth.
With toes curling, your thighs pressed against his toned ones as you squeezed around the pulsating c*ck inside of you.
He grunted noisily, releasing your nipple so he could kiss all around your bruised throat and shoulder.
Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up while you sucked in your stomach.
A second org*sm raked through your body as your breath became caught in your throat. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, muffling your cries of delight with your hands flying to tug on his fluffy frost-blue hair.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, trickling down the small part of him that couldn't fit inside and drenching his light-colored pubic hairs.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins as adrenaline would.
Your insides were fluttering, spasms with your heart beating so intensely in your cl*t.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could catch was the man's muffled guttural grunts and groans in your ears.
Just having another intense climax not even a moment later had made everything extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Suddenly a blaring alarm from your bedroom zoned into your hearing. You attempted to focus on it but Joker's hand around your body that moved you along with his rolling hips were making it difficult.
"W-Wait." You stuttered and jerked your hips from the overstimulation. "My alarm..."
He rose his head, so his lips rested against your ear. "For work?" He quired.
You nodded your head, brows furrowed with your body jolting.
To your surprise, the man carefully stood to his feet and pulled you off of him only so he could carry you over one shoulder.
You gasped in surprise, your arms dangling along his back where you could see his toned round bottom.
"J-Joker!?"
He didn't respond as he ambled through the living room to your bedroom, where the blaring ringing grew louder.
Placing you on the bed as if you were a weightless doll he had you rest on your hands and knees. You stared wide-eyed in the dim room with him reaching for your phone and dismissing the alarm.
"I think you should call into work." He offered, and you could basically feel the grin off of his comment.
"Not like this-" The words became stuck in your throat when he grasped your hips and prodded your dripping hole with his glistening tip.
You clenched over the bulbous head and huffed. Reaching for your cellular device, you unlocked it and clicked on your contacts.
As soon you clicked on the hospital's number, Joker drove himself inside and grazed against those sensitive spots that could have you c*mming in an instant.
A wheeze left your lips; your lips parted with your eyes rolled in the back of your head. The angle of your body in the doggy position allowed for him to press downwards and kiss the deepest area inside of you.
You didn't even notice the call was answered until the receptionist on the line called out a few times.
"H-Hanguol." You stuttered out before clenching your teeth together to stifle a moan.
"(Y/n)?" She quired while shuffling echoed into the phone.
"Yeah, I was just calling-!" Your eyes flew open when the giant dragged himself out so he could plunge back inside with a force that had your hands holding up your weight almost giving out.
The man above you snickered and jutted his hips, stealing your breath away with the thunder rumbling and rain pounding against the outside of the building.
"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" The woman asked on the other line.
Grunting, you nodded your head even though she couldn't possibly see it. "Yeah, I'm not doing too good right now." You managed to convey before whimpering when one of his large calloused hands came down upon your bottom cheek.
You whipped your head around to glare at the man, but he merely grinned down at you, a glint of mischief in his smoldering silver optics.
"Stop." You mouthed, which prompted him to shake his head and lean down so his lips were by your ear.
"I'm not stopping until you can't say anyone's name but my own." His deep voice rumbled against your back, your heartbeat dropping your cl*t once again.
"Really? What's going on?" Hangoul's voice rang into your room which gained your attention again.
"I-I think I might have-" You sucked in a breath when he pulled out in a slow and taunting manner before driving in so hard his ball slapped against your cl*t. "-caught the flu!"
The squelching noise of his body beginning to rock and roll deep inside of your soaking-wet walls echoed out in the room, and you prayed to the heavens that your co-worker couldn't hear it.
"I'm not surprised." The woman murmured, and her nails could be heard tapping on the computer keyboard. "All those damn idiots don't know care to wear a mask, selfishly spreading around their nasty a** germs."
You laughed awkwardly, gripping onto the bed sheets with your back arching from his consistently deep thrust.
He grunted quietly while whispering filthy and sweet praises in your ear. Each deep guttural compliment, both sweet and dirty, felt as if they were manifested into hands that caressed your body, tugged on your nipples, and stroked your throbbing cl*t.
Inhaling a deep breath, you attempted to speak without wavering. "Yeah, so I won't be able to work t-tonight or tomo...rrow..."
The words slurred as he reached for your hair to pull back, bending your back inwards with your chin pointing towards the ceiling.
Your silky, velvety walls molded around him, sucking him farther inside even though he was already so far in. Once again, incoherent mumbling was leaving your lips, as well as ragged breathing.
Your mouth felt dry, your mind blanked, and the heat of your body increased. You couldn't help but feel a little dizzy from it all.
Two intense org*sm already, and he drove so deep to bring about another one. Your tummy tingled at the feeling of being so full.
"It's understandable. You're a pretty proficient worker, so I'll make you get a few more days off to rest. Have a good night."
"Y-You too! Bye!" You quickly ended the call and released a groan that could be heard over a roar of thunder.
Joker hummed and released your hair only to press down on your head. Your arms gave out with your face descending to the side of the bed.
He used the angle to hit deeper, to reach farther with more force that, he had your toes curling.
Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips as your teeth drove against each other tightly.
His c*ck twitched inside, and if possible, it felt as if he grew a size bigger. "A-Ah." It came out from you broken, high-pitched.
His hand on your hip burrowed into the flesh of your skin, finding the warmth from your body overwhelming to him.
You clenched down securely, and the little butterflies that were felt dancing around in your tummy intensified.
Joker used every muscle of his body to penetrate you deeply and ripple pleasure through your veins, dragging his prominent vein c*ck along your insides.
Its ribbed texture was an additional bout of delight that had another org*sm already arising through your abdomen.
The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissing the entrance with every single profound stroke.
Your core that was gripping down on his c*ck fitted tighter around him, your mind focusing on every overwhelming and stimulating rocking of his body.
The pace of his delightfully rolling hips grew.
Your moans of pleasure grew louder from his actions, your own body writhing and crying out for more. Joker could barely make out some of the mumblings he was hearing from you but there were some things he could hear.
The force he used to rock his hips made your body bounce on the mattress. Your bottom clapped every time he connected with yours, and it was music to his ears.
Rhythmic music that he wanted to hear more of.
He suddenly pressed your stomach harshly into the cushion and used the support to angle his body and raise your hips higher.
Joker hit so f*cking deep, rubbing against the sensitive areas inside your body that had you squirming. Your ribs pressed against the muscle and flesh of your chest, your spine became ever so visible from the large arch.
That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The pressure of your tummy pressing in the cushion added an extra sense of pleasure.
Joker grunted and doubled the pace of his thrust. His crotch hit your own as his c*ck began to twitch and throb at the entrance to your womb.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your peak was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
His rolling hips increased, sloppy but intense as he focused more on reaching deep and hitting your sensitive areas.
Your body that was already as tight as can be held even tighter onto him than before, causing another low grunt to leave his lips.
With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from your heavy tongue.
Your toes curled, your shins pressing against his toned thighs and squeezing him as tightly as you could.
Every muscle in your body contracted with your insides tensing up while you sucked in your stomach.
A third org*sm raked through your body that flushed all through every single nerve.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and surrounded your head in a haze of bliss. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins as adrenaline would.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could catch was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so tight as he absolutely dominated your frame.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
As the 6'6 (201 cm) male continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your bottom cheeks.
Everything was extra sensitive, and you believe it was because this wasn't just f*ckint, it was lovemaking. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Joker could feel you trembling underneath him while the sticky liquid connected your skins together every time he pulled away.
A disgusting er*tic sigh that had his thighs tense.
And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out thick hot jets of c*m that pooled within your womb.
He painted your insides white as he pressed his chest against your back and wrapped his arms around your torso. He pressed himself so hard against your body it was as if he was trying to connect your bodies together forever.
The sensation of his release spilling into you felt ever so warm, like a heating pad atop your abdomen where your womb was.
"Sh*t, (Y/n). You feel so good." His voice was right in your ear, the deep gutturalness of his tone rattling your bones.
It was the first time he had ever said your name and the way it made your cl*t throb and tummy ache was unspeakable
He slowed his hips until he was unmoving and still inside of you. He pumped every bit of what he had inside and drove it as deep as he could inside your body.
You hummed softly, shutting your heavy eyelids to swallow the saliva that pooled within your mouth. It quenched the itchiness in the back of your throat and subdued the uncomfortableness.
Slowly Joker released your torso, allowing for your body to fall off his c*ck that was still semi-hard and swelled healthily.
Your knees buckled under the weight of your exhausted limbs and you fell onto your stomach.
The frost-haired male watched his c*m spilling out of your hole in such an er*tic manner. Sloppily it trickled down your thighs and spread across your skin.
"Come here, (Y/n). We're not done until you can't even remember that f*cker's name."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
He threw on his jacket over his sweatshirt as he exited the elevator, his limbs aching with every step he took, but he ignored it.
His gaze remained on his phone screen, rereading the same message over and over again from Wooin with furrowed brows.
Sungho had another issue that he wanted him and the Sabbath leader to take care of. His grip grew tight, the cellular device digging into his skin as he exited the lobby to your apartment.
Of all the times he was needed, his boss decided now he would use him, and just remembering the dejected look you gave him when he had to leave made his blood boil.
He'll just finish this job as quickly as possible and return back to you, back in your arms.
The storm had just reached an end, its hurling rain no longer plundering upon the earth, and the roaring thunder now silenced.
His footsteps echoed out in the quiet night, with the sun mostly hidden behind the horizon. Gloaming rain clouds still shrouded the sky, which shielded the view of any light or stars.
He reached for the gate with his bruised hands that pushed it open, the hinges creaking with water droplets falling onto the wet cement.
"Hey!"
His head whipped around, the hood of his sweatshirt falling to reveal his fluffy frost-blue hair. Your face came into view, water splashing against your legs as you run through puddles.
You stopped a meter or two away from him, your hands resting on your knees that he knew were aching.
"Kiss me."
He rose his head and dropped his hand from the gate.
Inhaling deeply, you straightened your back and pointed a finger at him. "Who do you think you are!? leaving without kissing me?"
A glimmering of light danced across your face as the clouds parted, the golden glow only lasting for a second before it was completely taken over by the moon.
His body moved on its own, rushing forward so he could grip your legs and pull you onto his body. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you squeezed your legs around his waist.
Not a moment later did your lips connect, moving together feverishly as if you hadn't seen each other in months.
Helloooo, I've read your joker smut last week and I really likd it, for real. You're one of the bloggers who writes for windbreaker and I was wondering if you can write a smut about dom?
I am making a one shot book for windbreaker. If u want a oneshot, lemme know every detail. What kind of plot, kinks, angst, etc
Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately.
Now onto the smut :)
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
"Knock, Knock, sunshine. Open the f*cking door."
It was eerie, nerve-wracking, almost as the two males only detected stillness after the brash knocking. Connor swayed his head to the left to glance at his partner, but the older male solely stood there unbothered.
A few more minutes of silence before the ash-colored double doors to the suite were ripped apart to reveal the owner of the expensive penthouse.
To the android's surprise, it was a young-looking female standing in the middle, one hand clasping the door so hard your nails left markings into the rubber lining and the other clutching the neck of a liquor bottle.
Your frame was hunched over slightly as you glared up at the males with furiously burning (e/c) orbs. The sleeves of your white tank top feel down your shoulders and rest on your biceps, sagging the shirt and creating a larger dip of your cleavage.
Black shorts that stopped just at the start of your thighs covered your bottom. It was loose around your waist, the hem of your underwear visible above your hip bones.
"Hank." Your voice came out like a hiss while your fingers tightened their hold on the rum bottle in your dominant hand, white brandishing your knuckles. "What the f*ck are you doing here so f*cking late!?"
The gruff-looking man rolled his grey optics and set a hand on Connor's back to attract your awareness to him. And indeed, did you begin to notice the younger male. Connor could tell by the way your eyes darted across his body.
You had turned your attention to him, noting the fresh style of his dark brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. He looked fairly young with a mild to bland expression, possibly in his early twenties.
He was wearing a semi-formal grey jacket with a white undershirt, dark tie, and dark black jeans. The left side of his coat, however, was ripped and riddled with bullet holes and blue blood splatter.
Connor could tell your interest in him was suddenly shot down when you noticed the blue blood and the glowing identification marker on his coat that only androids wore.
"You...of all people brought me a f*ckin' android in the middle of the night!?" You screeched, your face burning as more and more of your rage bubbled to the surface.
The android examined your frame closely, analyzing your bodily levels, and found your stress levels rising considerably. Now you were at least at a 45% stress level.
A considerably large percentage from merely recognizing that he was an android brought over by lieutenant Hank.
"You think I wanted to!? He got assigned to be a stick up my a**, and I-" The grey-haired man let out an irritated sigh and massaged his temples.
"Listen. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to sleep, but I have to take this f*ckin' tin can to you to get fixed. Somebody named Amanda told me to take him to see you." Hank responded and punched the androids back.
Connor's brows rose for a second, his interest growing from Hank's sentence. You had to have been special to be recommended by Amanda.
Your right eye could be seen twitching as the android's LED blinked an aureolin hue a few times before returning to its usual cerulean color. And before the male was your information.
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Name: (Y/n) (Middle Name(s)) (L/n)
Age: (age 24)
Race: (Ethnicity)
Marital Status: (Single)
Occupation: Cyberlife Android and Deviant Repairman
Extra Info:
(Y/n) (L/n) was once a renowned inventor but due to an unfortunate accident became a raging drunk who denounced her position as Cyberlife's main inventor to Cyberlife's shadow, their repairman who fixed broken androids and reverted Deviants back to a stable software while also reinstating a masters programming.
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Connor swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he ingested the information that was displayed before him. The machinery in his head began to whirr as he thought of what to do at that moment.
✕┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF
△┇LET HANK INTRODUCE YOU
☐ ┇...................
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✕ ┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF
The male's lips twitched upwards into a quirky smile as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He voiced out, leading Hank to groan and remove his hand from the robot's back.
"I don't care." You responded bluntly and crossed your arms underneath your chest, ignoring the android's handshake.
"He says that...a lot." The male uttered his words with clear irritation and exhaustion before turning back to face you. "I'll be back tomorrow night to pick his a** back up. Just fix him and do your sh*t. And this time...try not to leave them broken beyond recognition."
You opened your mouth to respond back with an insult, but the lieutenant swiftly escaped down the hall and stepped into the elevator.
He disappeared without another word leaving you and the android alone. Connor gave you another small awkward smile while bringing his hand back down and turning his attention to the rum bottle.
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Brand: Legacy By Angostura
Price: $25,000
Alcohol Percentage: 40%
Extra info:
They're offering 20 limited edition 500 ml flacons of their most exquisite blends of rum. The Legacy by Angostura was fully hand-produced in Trinidad through a painstaking process that lasted for more than 6 years. It was brewed using a seven-column continuous still, chill-filtered, and then aged in a 200 liter America oak cask.
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"Excellent brand; isn't it quite expensive?" He sought. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed at his frame while you squeezed the neck of the half-empty bottle.
"Get the f*ck in." You cursed to him and moved aside in your penthouse. The male nodded his head and stepped in, his leg slightly jerking as his knees locked in.
"You not only have your shoulder f*cked up but also both your legs. How simple-minded of an android are!?" You questioned before hurling the door shut and fastening the multiple locks over it.
Connor turned his head, examining the multiple unneeded locks that made you appear to be a paranoid individual.
"Not quite that dull. I'm an advanced prototype for criminal investigation." He replied in a voice that sounded a bit loud and neutral, most likely from his robotic vocal box.
"An advanced prototype? What the f*ck is Amanda them thinking?" You acknowledged and walked past the android, leading him through the foyer and down the hall to the left.
"I...am not quite sure." He replied, compelling you to grimace and bring the alcohol to your lips, downing a large swig before guiding it back down by your hips.
Silence followed as you led him to a large room with android components and gadgets lying about, decorating tables and shelves.
In the middle of the room was a large silver table with large machines and bright lights hovering above it. "Lay down." You muttered and slammed the rum bottle on one of your work desks.
The brown-haired male awkwardly shifted his legs before crawling on top of the silver slab as blinding light from above shined into his optics.
Connor turned his head to glance at you, who was staring down at a few tools. Once again, his LED blinked aureolin before returning back to its original stable color.
Level of intemperance: .23
"Are you certain you're qualified to fix me being so highly intoxicated?" He asked while tilting his head to the side.
You hurled a wrench down onto the metal table and swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously, your eyes glaring down at the floor.
"Will you shut the h*ll up!? I know what I'm doing! I've been doing it for years!"
The android didn't say anything as he observed your frame. "Ms. (L/n), you do not seem to be in the best of moods on this night." He responded.
Your right eye twitched before you took another shot from the bottle. "I didn't think an android would be dropped off at my doorstep in the middle of the night." You uttered under your breath and turned back over to him.
"And how do you know my name-Oh, you were scanning me earlier, weren't you?"
Connor nodded his head on the table. "Yes, you looked quite laid-back in your ID photo."
Your left eye began twitching again. "You're saying I don't look laid-back right now!?" You exclaimed, yielding the android to shake his head frantically.
"N-No! I was just attempting to make small talk." He spoke modestly, although there was a hint of nervousness.
You raised an eyebrow at his words but didn't speak as you rolled up the bottom of his pants to his knees and assessed the damages.
"How the f*ck did you manage to do this?!" You demanded and poked the large dents in the areas.
The android gave you a quirky smile. "I was hit by a car."
You whipped your head to face his, your eyes narrowing as your hands tightened on the wrench.
"OK..." He suddenly voiced out. "Multiple cars."
Connor watched your expression, observing it stay this blank expression before your lips twitched upwards and your chest puffed out.
Quickly you turned your head away and covered your mouth, muffling that laugh that wanted to leave your lips.
The most advanced prototype so far in society cocked his head to the side and observed your actions curiously.
He was interested as to why the human in front of him found his words amusing. Especially after the hostility you have been showing him and Hank since their arrival.
Was human emotion able to switch so quickly like that? Or maybe it was just the alcohol that clogged your mind; after all, your intoxication levels were rather high.
"I've worked on many, and I mean numerous androids, especially deviant androids, and they have never once told me something so humorous with such a straight face." You mused before leaning back over to his busted knees.
"Well...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ms. (L/n). You appeared as though you needed a laugh." He responded while staring at you, his LED glowing a soft azure hue.
"How clever." You hummed and began removing the broken plates from his shins. "You seem to be very entertaining for an advanced android."
Again you received another quirky, cute smile on his face that caused heat to rush to your cheeks. You turned away and placed a hand in front of your profile, blocking your embarrassed face from his view.
However, with the male's superhuman biometric optics, he could see past the skin, muscle, and blood of your hand to witness the sudden shy expression.
You could see Connors's leg twitching, prompting you to turn and look up at his delicately freckled face. His pretty brown eyes were shimmering like they were actually alive and made you swallow the saliva in your throat.
"You need to stop distracting me or this is going to take all night, android." You told the male in a calmer tone, not so violent and abrasive as before.
✕┇LISTEN TO HER ORDERS
△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER
☐┇MAKE LIGHT CONVERSATION
❍┇INSIST ON HELPING HER
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△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER
"I don't think I'm being very distracting just laying here on the table as you take apart my legs. If it is as you say, I can be distracting...If you would like it that way."
The android watched your eyes widen from his words before once again turning your head away to hide a fairly bright blush. "Stupid android and his smooth tongue. Are you sure you are not deviant?" You whispered under your breath, but the male could hear with that biometric hearing system of his.
A soft but almost melodic laugh left his lips, causing you to face the male and stare down at his beautiful features. His silky skin and delicate freckles. His plump lips and glimmering brown orbs. The slightly aged wrinkles on his forehead, as well as the cute curls of his hair.
Slowly you put the wrench down and leaned back in your chair. Connor watched as you changed your attention to the hallway and began staring, your eyes becoming distant and glossy.
︿ 52% level of stress
Your stress level was suddenly rising once again, out of the blue, no less. His eyebrows knitted together while he thought of the reason, but there was nothing he could pinpoint out.
Human emotions seemed so very flimsy.
"Ms. (L/n)."
Your eyelids blinked quickly for a few moments before turning your attention back to the male. "Oh, I got distracted. Today is...a very hard day for me. It's an anniversary, but it's hard to enjoy it when that person is not here." You replied, causing the android to nod his head.
The mood became very somber and quiet as you finished your work on both his legs. Fixing and replacing the damaged plates and caps. Connor didn't say anything, just quietly lying on the slab, watching your face focus on his lower limbs.
A couple of hours passed by, close to midnight by now, when it was time to move on to his last injuries. The bullet wounds riddled the left side of his upper body.
"Okay, Connor."
The android's LED flickered a light burgundy shade for a second before returning to cerulean when he heard his name leave your lips.
"Yes, Ms. (L/n)?"
You wiped the oil off of your hands with a rag before scooting over closer to his upper body. "I'm done with your legs, so we need to do your chest now. I need you to take off your coat and undershirt so I can get to the wounds."
The male nodded his head and sat up to take off the clothing items. He awkwardly shimmied out of the left side of the coat before doing the same with the shirt, folding them nicely and placing it on the rolling stand by the slab.
When he laid back on the table, he turned his attention to you and saw that your bashful expression had expanded.
You were gawking at his torso, taking in the appearance of his muscular frame that was splattered with thirium 310, their deep dark blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android's body and bio components.
For some reason, Connor was feeling a bit warm despite his cooling system working perfectly fine.
Like a tingling sensation all under his skin that was driving him mad, as if his body was real as if his body was alive; it felt almost human the way his mechanical body was sensing.
"Cyberlife really-" You coughed and turned away to get some different tools. "-Put some thought and work into your model. I don't understand why your physique needs are better than most human men's."
Connor just laughed that angelic laugh of his and turned to face the back of your body. "They made me physically able to swiftly traverse difficult terrain, as well as combative techniques. Another android who would have undergone through what I had tonight would have been demolished."
You turned around with the needed equipment and placed it on a stand next to the table. "The most advanced prototype in the world, they say. How interesting, I've never seen anything like this." You mumbled and took your seat; however, you raised the height of your chair so you could reach over.
No more words were exchanged as you got to work again on his last wound, pulling out the bullets and fixing the ruined fibers of his insides.
Connor mindlessly thought to himself while he paid attention to his system levels. Slowly but surely, he was coming closer to 100%, faster than he expected. Faster than anyone else he had met at Cyberlife could do.
The male turned his head to glance at you, examining how intensely you were focusing on fixing him. But as much as he found himself enjoying the view of your face, his attention was being drawn to your breast under the thin shirt.
There was no bra, no support to secure it in place or hide the hard nipples that poked through the flimsy fabric. The android has seen plenty of his share before, from both the internet and from Eden Club.
But for some reason, because it was you and you only, his software was beginning to feel quite unstable.
╳┇LOOK AWAY
△┇INFORM HER OF HER INDECENCY
▢ ┇CHANGE THE TOPIC
◯┇STARE
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◯┇STARE
His gloriously gleaming brown orbs couldn't help themselves as he stared at the breast that had entranced him. Soft flush skin that peeked out from the low tank top, made him tempted to reach out and grasp them.
The curiosity was getting to him, for he wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.
And most importantly, he wanted to see that face of yours twisted with...this pleasure and delight that he was the cause of. Connor and only him were bringing about the burning passion under your human surface.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿
He blinked his eyelids quickly, the message displaying across his vision, driving him a sense of agitation. An almost human emotion that made him knit his brows together in thought. The LED blinking aureolin, then burgundy.
"Is something wrong?"
At the sound of your voice filling his robotic auditory system, his face relaxed, and a quirky smile displayed on his lips. The LED returns to a soft azure hue.
"No, everything is ok. Everything is great, in fact."
You couldn't help but snicker at the male's response and lean back, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. "Whoever it was, they really did a number on you. I've seen androids not as badly f*cked up and yet they're completely unable to be repaired. You are quite the work."
Connor's quirky grin grew. "Well, what can I say? The most advanced android Cyberlife has to offer."
Laughing to yourself under your breath, you moved on to the last thing you needed to do to complete his repair. Repairing the damaged plates, putting new ones in, and just to be safe, you were adding new material to it, so his plastic armor was harder to pierce.
Your eyelids suddenly began to drop, and your vision grew blurry. "Oh, f*ck." You grumbled and leaned away from his body. A pounding headache was beginning to form, provoking you to groan.
"I'll be right back; I need some water. Don't touch anything."
Sluggishly you had gotten up and left without another word, leaving RK800 alone in your workroom. Casually he sat up and looked around the place.
The room smelled of oil, thirium, and alcohol. It was strong, and the android was sure you were beginning to feel the state of your intoxication.
A sudden sound of glass breaking and a loud thud rang through his ears, yielding him to react without thinking. He leaped off of the gray sleek slab and made his way down the hallway.
"Ms. (L/n)? Are you alright?"
He heard the sound of something muffled before a quiet yes was detected. Even though he had confirmation, he knew better than to leave before fully investigating a scene.
Connor stepped farther down the hallway before he arrived at what he assumed was the kitchen. You were on your knees, cradling your left hand that had glass impeding in the skin. Broken glass in front of you and covering the tiled floor.
Blood could be seen seeping out of the wound and dripping down your wrist, but you didn't seem any bit fazed. Just gazing out at the nothingness in front of you while squeezing what looked like a crumpled picture.
He could hardly make out the image, but from what he could see, it was a picture of you dressed up with your hair and make-up done. Somebodies arm was around your waist, though any more of the other person was unidentifiable.
"Ms. (L/n). Your wound will get infected if you don't clean it." The android called out, whereas you didn't respond. Just staring off, dazed.
Level of intemperance: .23
Your levels of intoxication had yet to change, oddly stable, but it should have been low enough for you to at least converse.
"I need air." You suddenly mumbled, pushing past the still half-undressed android and sluggishly padding over to the wall of windows where you slid open the glass door.
Immediately cool air blew past your frames, spreading the metallic smell of your blood all through the area. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to the glass railing.
Your penthouse was so very high, close to touching the clouds, which gave you the best view of the glimmering city. You took another deep breath, expanding your lungs and abdomen with fresh air.
"The air smells better up here, like it's crisp and fresh."
RK800 raised an eyebrow before making his way over to your frame. "Air is just nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, krypton, hydrogen, and xenon. They don't particularly have a strong smell like what you say."
Slowly you turned around, and Connor expected you to snap at him, but instead, you looked at him with such a longing look that he could almost see an ocean of pain in your (e/c) orbs.
That expression on your face looked as if you were yearning for something you could never attain. As if it was something completely out of your grasp.
His mechanical brain began to whirr. What could be having this distress? You clearly had all the wealth needed to obtain whatever it was, so it wasn't about money. You had connections, and you were well-known, so what could it be?
And why was he so puzzled by your concerns? He knew his system had already been becoming quite unstable for quite a while as he worked side by side with lieutenant Hank. He was feeling.
He felt more alive than before and was enjoying the simple acts of partaking in his mind's sudden request to experience things. But the more he did, the more his software instability rose, and that scared him.
﹀ 27% level of stress
He suddenly zoned back in when he realized he unconsciously scanned you. Your stress levels had suddenly decreased considerably over the course of a few minutes.
You appeared more somber than anything as you gazed at him with that same look. And that look felt as if they were burning holes through his mechanical body.
"Ms. (L/n), please let me clean and dress your wound. There are still pieces of glass embedded in your skin."
"Is there?" You responded to him with not much concern. "I couldn't even tell."
Carelessly you turned around to sit on one of the lounging chairs and gaze out at the entrancing lights. Your injured arm hung off the side as you tossed the scrunched-up photo over the edge of the railing.
"I'll be right back." The android stated before leaving the terrace and heading back inside. He scanned the room, finding the right materials he needed.
Surprisingly the male began to feel exposed, being only in his black slacks. He was unable to wear his undershirt or jacket due to the whole right side being ripped and tattered.
Was this embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.
The male made his way back to the terrace and noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. Your breathing was evening, and your brain activity had calmed.
A sigh left his plump lips as he sat on the edge of the lounge chair and carefully grasped your injured arm. He picked out the piece of glass before wiping the blood that trailed down your forearm.
You stirred slightly but didn't move from your slumber. Lastly, the android placed antibiotic cream in the cuts before wrapping them in the bandages.
When all was done, he placed the rag and bandages on the ground as he observed your features. Your (pale/tan/brown) skin glowed a blue hue from the lights outside on your terrace.
His biometric optics took in the sight of your soft skin and memorized every blemish, scar, and marking that he could visibly see.
The android's attention was drawn everywhere on your body. Your arms, legs, thighs, stomach, and definitely your chest had his eyes all over.
He couldn't help but observe your human body; it all was so interesting to him. How could your breast greatly take his attention?
It was just a part of your body but it was as if he couldn't help but be drawn to the potential softness of them.
RK800 swallowed thickly, feelings his fingers twitching from almost unconsciously grasping them out of his pure curiosity.
Connor's gaze traveled to your face so he could stop those inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud his mind again. Any longer, and a software instability notification might have popped across his vision.
Your eyelids closed, your lashes grazing your cheeks that were dusted with color from what he assumed was the alcohol and chilly wind.
It was then that he looked down at your lips. (pink/brown) and flushed with health. The male leaned closer, wanting to capture the very image of your sleeping frame exactly the way it was.
Unconsciously his right hand had risen, and his thumb ghosted over your lips that felt warm under his synthetic skin.
His action caused you to stir, and this time your eyelids fluttered open. Your vision was blurry but quickly grew clear as you the male's face right in front of yours.
He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cool face. No words were exchanged as the two of you just gazed into the other's glimmering orbs before lowering to your lips.
╳┇PULL AWAY
△┇KISS HER
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He was too slow to make a decision, distracted at the moment before his concentration broke when you looked away. You shifted uncomfortably before placing your fingers against his warm chest and pushing him back.
"I need to finish with your repair." You blurted out before clearing your throat and getting up from your lying position.
"You're...You're right." He mumbled before following you back to the repair room. It still smelled of oil and alcohol, and you seemed to clearly be displeased by the smell.
You grabbed the expensive bottle of rum and tossed it in your sink, uncaring if it broke or shattered. "No more distractions, okay, Connor?"
His Thirium pump (which is an android synthetic heart) seemed to pound loudly, skipping a beat with his auditory system picked up on your voice saying his name.
He swallowed thickly again and laid himself back down on the sleek gray tab. The android was growing impatient with these growing feelings that made him too human.
RK800 was designed to capture deviants who deviate from their programmed behavior. He was supposed to be the most humane android in the world but nonetheless remain an android.
But was that going to be his downfall due to his growing curiosity?
Connor blinked when he felt your warm hands on his chest again. You were on his skin with a softer touch, feather-like almost, that was a far contrast to your rough handling when you were much angrier earlier that night.
If your touch just felt like that on his chest, how would it feel if it was in other places on his mechanical body?
Again your face was near his from having to lean over his chiseled body. Your contraction was on his skin, unwavering as you repaired him speedily but gently.
"And...that should do it."
You pulled back and turned around, placing the extra plastic pieces on the surface and wiping your fingers.
"Ms. (L/n)."
"Yes, Connor?"
~Thump~
~Thump~
"You missed a spot right here."
You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "Where?"
"Right here, on my collarbone."
Furrowing your brows, you leaned over to get a closer look at what you had overlooked and left unrepaired.
Your face was once again close to his.
╳┇KISS HER
△┇KISS HER
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╳┇KISS HER
One of Connor's arms snaked around your waist while the other came up behind your head. He lifted slightly off the table as he pushed your head down so your mouths could connect.
The feeling of your warm lips against his synthetic one had shot electricity all throughout his body. The beat of his thirium pump accelerated, the blue blood within his system flushing all through his body and feeling as though he was swelling.
Connor's hold on your body tightened, pushing you harder against it as he found your lips moving, responding to him almost just as eagerly.
RK800 had never kissed another person before, regardless if they were human or android. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.
The male was not only made to catch deviants but to learn from his mistakes and correct them. What made Connor so different from any other android was the fact that he could learn.
He could change.
It was what made him so scary but charming. An android that could be more human than humans themselves.
Connor could taste you from the saliva on his lips and when your tongues intertwined. It was sweet, mostly from the alcohol, but also he detected sugary candy.
He didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.
This taste was like a delicacy, something he found himself wanting to indulge in more.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿
Words of worry flashed across his vision, but this time he ignored it fully. His sole mind was focused on you and only you. Without breaking the kiss Connor sat up on the table, pressing your body in between his legs while his grasp only grew tighter on your body.
Your hands found their way around his neck, the tips of your fingers twiddling his soft brown locks that felt so real. "Mm, Connor~."
His name had never sounded so good before.
The android pulled away from your lips, observing your flushed face with your panting chest. Your eyes were half-lidded in lust and passion. Your cheeks were dusted in color, with your lips appearing slightly swollen.
Saliva drooled down the corner of your lips, but you were too distracted to wipe it clean. Connor, who sat higher than you, looked down at your frame with the same passion-filled gaze.
His thin nimble fingers entangled themselves within your locks as he leaned in close again. He didn't let your lips connect, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.
"Say my name again." He muttered in a low sultry tone.
You were so close to his body that you could feel it rumble as he spoke. Slowly you lowered your hands to press against his pectorals, feeling the thumping of his synthetic heart underneath his frame.
It was erratic, missing beats and pumping at a rapid pace. This android, the most advanced prototype, was excited with what could only be human emotions.
Lust.
"Say my name again, please."
Your (e/c) flickered up to gaze at his face. A bit of desperation displaying by his furrowed brows and parted lips. The sight of this delectable android and his just as delicious voice made your mind hazy and a heat to grow in your lower region.
"Do you like it when I say your name, Connor~?"
His tongue swept his bottom lip as you felt the beating of his heart increase. His chocolate brown orbs glimmered more with life, with desire.
"I'm drawn to you saying it, (Y/n). I just want to hear you say it over and over again." He confessed before dropping his face to the crook of your neck.
Connor liked it when you said his name and you couldn't deny hearing his robotic voice sound more human, more passionate while saying your own voice was an arousing action.
The android inhaled your scent deeply, body scrub and lotion could be detected, but your natural smell was just as alluring. His left hand that was entangled in your hair pulled it to the side to allow for him to explore more of your throat.
His lips pressed against your skin, simple wet kisses all over your skin before he opened his mouth and licked your skin. His tongue felt so human as well; soft and wet.
"I want to hear you say it again. Can you do that for me?"
He spoke his words against your skin, causing you to shiver in your spot. You swallowed thickly before nodding your head and making eye contact with chocolate orbs.
The android pulled back and licked his lips.
"Say it then. Say it again, and this time don't stop."
His words, his voice, it all was making your lower body throb with need. Tingling in a desperate manner that had you clenching around nothing.
"Connor, kiss me. Please kiss me again, Connor."
The male placed a kiss against your jawline before bringing your head back to his, letting his lips just graze yours.
"Connor."
He hummed with a devious smirk on his freckled face. "Yes, (Y/n)?" He asked, his right hand drawing soothing circles on your exposed waist.
"I said kiss me. Not give me that p*ssy shit."
Your words caused the male to laugh in his throat. "You have such a vulgar tongue." He mused, his lips grazing yours again before he finally kissed back just the way you wanted.
His lips moving against yours desperately, his tongue dancing with yours erotically. It was so f*cking delicious you couldn't help but get wet by this gorgeous android.
His appearance was pleasing to the eye, his voice starting to become more melodic the more he spoke, and his mouth getting more experienced the longer he kissed you.
Desperate, greedy, and almost frantic could explain how his lips moved against your own. Your hands couldn't help but run down his chiseled chest.
Your fingertips (or fingernails) touched the solid 'muscle' around his ribs before stopping at his abs. They were hard and firm, and not an ounce of 'fat' was designed on his perfectly sculpted body.
Everything about RK800, AKA Connor, was just perfect. So perfect it hurt.
Slowly you pulled away from Connor and pressed your mouth to his chest. He smelt of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.
Wet kisses were made in between his chest before you trailed them down to his abs. You couldn't help yourself; your head was full of all the naughty things you wanted to do, the perfect android.
Casually you stuck your tongue out, dragging it down across his abs with your eyes flickering up to maintain eye contact with the male.
His lips parted, deep breaths of air escaping his mouth from your actions. "(Y/n), that feels good."
You sucked slightly on his muscles before grasping his hips and looking up at him. "How good, Connor?"
His hips bucked forward as he gave you a coy smile. One hand inched its way to your throat, where he grasped it firmly so he could pull your face back up to his.
Connor's other one went to hold your warm cheek in the palm of his hand intimately. "So good that I can't get enough of you."
You swallowed strenuously before running your nails all across his sensitive muscles. The android sucked in his abdomen and puffed his chest out.
"Mm, (Y/n)~."
You watched that moan of his leave his lips, breathless but erotic. His adam's apple bobbed, his collarbone becoming prominent as he took a shaky breath.
The hand around your cheek snaked down your backside, where he grasped a handful of your a** and squeezed.
"Tell me what you want. Should I stop? Should I continue? You know that if you don't stop me now, I will indulge myself in my curiosity and explore every inch of your feminine body."
Your p*ssy throbbed, anticipation growing just as much as your desperation. How could you ever tell him no when he spoke like that?
"Connor-" You started and gripped his hand that was around your throat. He released your neck and let you trail it down to your crotch.
You pressed his hand against your clothed c*nt, urging him to feel the heat that was growing in your body.
"Don't stop, please. Do anything you want to satisfy your cravings. I won't stop you."
Connor raised an eyebrow before pressing his fingers against your sensitive area and watching you take a deep breath.
"Are you sure? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."
The removal of your tiny thin tank was answer enough for Connor. His eyes widened as he finally was able to see the supple, healthy n*pples that were hard and erect.
Faster than you could process, Connor slid off the table and quickly switched your positions. He grasped your hips and easily heaved you onto the table.
He pushed you onto your back while sliding off the black shorts you wore on your bottom. You were only left in the flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.
Curiously the Andriod grasped the thin straps and began pulling those down as well. He watched as a thin line of slick connected the underwear to your c*nt.
Discarding the piece of fabric somewhere in the room, Connor turned his gaze to your sopping-wet c*nt. The male wanted you to feel good no matter what.
His main focus that night was your pleasure and maybe a bit of fulfilling his curiosity. Connor, who had never done anything like this, wanted to do his best.
He wanted to hear you moaning his name, telling him how good you felt and how good he was doing. So, to get those things from you, the android played hundreds of videos in a second to be informed on the sensitivity of a female's private.
In just a few seconds, Connor knew what to do now; all he had to do was perform the right way to get you screaming his name.
╳┇LICK HER
△┇FINGER HER
▢┇BOTH
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▢┇BOTH
Connor leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers rubbed your entrance. The tips of his fingers became drenched in your slickness.
"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his locks and ruining his perfectly styled look.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿
The words in his vision didn't even register in his head. His only response was to let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t.
His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and tugged on his hair.
"C-Connor."
His name left your mouth breathlessly as if you could barely manage to bring your lips to produce a sound. He was wrong before; his name coming from your mouth now had never sounded so good.
In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he simply provided the very beginning of your entrance.
The android wanted to make you as comfortable and aroused as possible before he did anything else. He wasn't going to bring about pain, only the sensual pleasure you deserved.
Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.
"Call out my name again. I know you can do that, right, beautiful?"
You swallowed the saliva in your throat and took a shaky breath.
"Please, Connor. I want more."
His gaze flickered up to meet yours, viewing the twinkle in your eyes.
"Connor, I need more."
The android's free hand grasped just above your hip bone to hold you firmly as he leaned up and peppered wet kisses down to the valley of your breast.
He continued it down your stomach, feeling you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from watching, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in.
A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thighs against his shoulders. His fingers maintained still inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.
Again that coy smile of his could be felt on your stomach. He was proud to have your body responding to him in such a desperate manner.
He was proud that the knowledge he quickly obtained was being put to good use. Through all the emotions you displayed that night; anger, grief, irritation, and melancholy, that was all washed away as the android helped you with your flimsy negative emotions.
Slowly the male lowered himself back down, breathing across your skin before he reached your cl*t again. Your thighs moved to clutch his head in that tight hold.
It was a good thing the android didn't need breath because he definitely was enjoying the suffocation from your thighs.
Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips bucking against his face.
Connor's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.
And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.
A shaky moan left your lips that was followed by his name. It was Connor getting drunk off the sound alone. The thirium was surging all throughout his body, every biocomponent suddenly becoming ravished. It was as if his own synthetic organs were in desperate need for its blood, for its fuel.
Connors's fingers slowly began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.
He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the workroom.
The android's chocolate brown orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips. His intimate touch was just as desirable as his sensual ones.
The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.
He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.
It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.
You were becoming lost in this android's touch, completely devoured by his words and sensual touch. It had been so long since you felt such a way that you felt if Connor asked anything from you, you'd immediately succumb to it.
Connor gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.
The male wasn't even doing much, but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast, despite he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.
"Connor~."
The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the android. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.
His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well
Connor had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break past his synthetic skin.
A thought rang through your head for a moment. Connor was the most advanced android Cyberlife had created. Made to assist human law enforcement and capture deviants. He knew how to gain information in any way he needed to.
If Connor needed to gain any information from you, there would be no way you could withstand any tactic he could use on you.
RK800 made you weak.
Connor began to suck on your soft, supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.
All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.
There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.
The brown-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your female body was approaching an org*sm.
One of your hands that was digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.
His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites, and began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.
Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was beginning to be overwhelming with how good Connor was doing.
Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table.
Connor pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin; a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something that he made, no one else.
Teasingly slow, he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.
He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.
With being so wet, the android felt like your liquids were never-ending, dripping all down your c*nt before pooling on the table. Another sign of how good Connor was doing.
He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "You taste so f*cking good."
Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers digging into his synthetic skin; his words made you feel good too.
Not to mention that low sultry tone of his made your heart jitter. Connor was so unbelievably delicious. Everything about it, from his voice to his appearance, to his skilled fingers and hot mouth.
'Hey, god it's me. Please never let this end.'
The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.
And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"Oh my~! C-Connor~!" Your voice was louder than it had been before as you cried the male's name as you came.
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.
The hand that was holding his shoulders dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.
Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the android. Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.
The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He was glad he gained a little knowledge beforehand because physically presenting how he could have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him made his artificial heart skip a beat.
Conor casually lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against his synthetic tongue.
You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open; fatigue took over all your limbs, leaving you limp and quite feeble.
Gradually the android pulled out from your thighs and stood to his full 6'0 height. Your c*m was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He made sure you were looking, gazing at his pink and red tongue that licked it off of his skin.
"This isn't over."
You blinked at him in shock. "What?"
Connor didn't reply with words. Instead, he grasped your arm and picked you up. Your bare legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the workroom.
"Connor? Where are you taking me?"
Again he didn't say anything as he brought you over to your living room. The glow of the city lit the area up dimly, casting a golden hue against your bodies.
Carefully, as if you were the most fragile being in the world, the male placed you down on the soft cushion of your couch. He immediately placed himself within the space between your legs and grasped your hips firmly.
Because of the height differences now from his kneeling and your sitting positions, he looked up at you this time. You were falling in love with those glimmering chocolate-brown optics of his.
Especially that expression. His plump lips were parted slightly, with his gaze appearing so lovingly. His delicately freckled face looked so attractive with that golden glow.
"You look so pretty."
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿
Your cheeks flared in heat from his compliment that you knew was not false flattery.
"You look so pretty that I feel powerless beneath you."
Connor was making you feel speechless. Did the android know how powerful his tongue was, physically and languidly?
Words were stuck in your throat, unsure of what to say to his praise. It was seemed so genuine you knew something had to be up with android. He was deviating from programming; you had to be sure.
Everything he was doing, he was saying, was too human to be programmed in this android. Was he deviant, hiding behind a mask of being fully capable?
You were thrust out of your thoughts when Connor's lips were felt against the left side of your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his thumb across your hips.
Instead of thinking about your earlier thoughts, you closed your eyes and ran your hands through his hair, relishing in his sweet touch.
Just like he had done to your thigh, the male began to cover your smooth skin in his marks. He created round love bites ranging from all sorts of dark colors.
The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.
His tender, intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast.
"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.
All night Connor had been gazing at your breast longingly, wanting to touch and feel them in his hands. He wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.
And here he was now finally getting to indulge in his lustful thoughts all while making you feel good too. He brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.
You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Connor's body as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area. "T-that feels good, Connor." You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.
His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue. "Do you like it when I touch your breast?"
Almost eagerly, you nodded your head and looked away in embarrassment from how quickly you answered him, no hesitation at all.
The android's teeth graze your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.
"I'd like it if you could use your voice, please." He murmured against your body.
How could this android be so sweet, almost always using 'please' but also so demanding with that low, commanding tone of his?
"I-I...Yes, I like it when it's with you."
"With me, huh?" He asked, his lips displaying a devious smirk.
His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.
"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.
Connor hummed to himself a kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast seems to be just as sensitive." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed your response.
He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.
They were so warm, so soft yet firm. They smelled so good that he just wanted to devour you whole. He could tell you were enjoying it just as much too.
He could smell your arousal and how much stronger it was becoming. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied like this.
One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.
His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. How much longer was Connor going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world but the same couldn't be said for you.
Suddenly Connor felt your hands on his face, pulling him away from your chest. He did as you wanted and pulled back, gazing up at you curiously.
"Connor? How advanced did Cyberlife make your physical body?"
The android raised an eyebrow. "They made me as alike to a human male as possible so I could complete my missions in any matter I needed to." He replied with an unblemished smile.
Your cheeks flared in color. "T-Then did they give you male gene-" You swallowed thickly In embarrassment, unable to finish your sentence from having to ask this of an android.
It seemed though as Connor understood where you were going with it and placed a smooch on your jaw.
"Yes, they did. They said words would not always be able to get the result I needed. In this world, I could also use this body they gave me if needed but so far I've found I haven't been required to use it."
You didn't like the idea of Connor having to use his body for a mission, especially with another person.
"Well, you've been making me feel good this whole time. I want to make you feel just as good. I was just going to play with your wires, but if you are equipped with something else..." You told him and observed as a smile grew on his lips.
"I do not care about my own pleasure. My concern is your body, how good I could make you feel. I made it my mission to please you the best I could."
Connor was the most considerate gentleman that you had ever met, and he wasn't even human. His words were kind and thoughtful but you felt displeased with all of the attention just being on you.
You trailed your fingers down his chiseled torso before stopping at his belt. He looked down for a moment before gazing at your pretty face.
"(Y/n), no." He told you and said your name with his melodic voice.
"Connor-"
The male swallowed when he heard his name.
"-you can use my body for your own pleasure as well. You'll be satisfying me just as much, please."
╳┇MOVE HER HAND AWAY
△┇DO AS SHE SAYS
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△┇DO AS SHE SAYS
"Are you sure?" He asked you once more for confirmation, wanting your consent more than anything.
You replied by tugging at the hemline of his pants while bringing your face by his left ear. "If it's with you, I'm sure."
The male would have shivered if he could from that tone. He found himself enjoying how you specified you liked it all when it was from him.
Connor removed his hands from your body and began unbuckling his belt. He watched as you observed him with a curious but needy gaze.
Everything he did was with perfect precision, almost elegant even. Just the simple act of removing his shoes, socks, and pants seemed graceful.
And when the last article of clothing was removed, you froze slightly in your spot on the couch. Every little thing about Connor, you declared to be perfect. But Cyberlife seemed to make him almost too perfect, giving him something most males would go to war over.
"Are you okay? You look to be startled." He questioned and kneeled down so he could be level with your face.
You swallowed and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that." You laughed a little at the end, causing Connor to tilt his head to the side and bring a hand to your face.
He ran his thumb across your lips, contemplating it for a moment before connecting his gaze to yours. "I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in your hands. "No, don't stop."
Connor smiled and brought his lips close to yours, mere centimeters from touching but not. "Tell me again what you want." The male grasped your thighs in his large hands and squeezed.
You grinned and softly placed your lips against his. "I want you, Connor."
Like starting off a chain of events, the male picked your body up and captured your lips in another savory kiss. Passionate and intimate as he moved you over to the lounge couch bed that was against the wall.
He broke the kiss not even once as he laid you down carefully, placing himself in between your legs. He caressed your thighs, lightly dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your sensitive skin.
Slowly he removed his touch from your skin and reached for his member, pressing the tip against your cl*t.
"Last chance." He hummed in between your kisses, rubbing the head of his member all along your sopping wet c*nt.
Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his extremity. "Ain't no way we're stopping now," You responded to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.
A quirky grin formed on Connor's lips as he took a deep breath and pressed the tip at your entrance. He could feel the warm liquids of arousal.
In a matter of seconds just like Connor had done earlier, he quickly watched and analyzed hundreds of videos to gain the knowledge he needed to perform excellently.
The android leaned forward, grasping the base of his c*ck and aligning it with your entrance that was just begging for him.
You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and you swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt for a moment before slowly entering the head of his c*ck in.
He didn't fully enter inside, stopping when he noticed a pained expression morphing on your face. "Are you okay? Do you want me to-"
"No!" You shouted a little louder than you meant to and dug your nails into his muscular shoulders. Your hips jerked upwards, your legs squeezing against the side of his body.
"I-I just need to adjust; I've never had someone your size. Give me a moment."
Connor didn't say anything, not enjoying how he caused you pain but you didn't want to stop so he listened.
"You can put more in."
The android grasped your waist and entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.
Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was amazingly thick and his length was just as mindboggling.
The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in pleasure.
The android c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm your human body was around him. Completely wet and soft, forming to fit his member.
His hands burrowed into the cushion, finding the warmth from your body and delicious expression almost overwhelming to him.
He never thought something so human would feel so good. The lower organ that was given to him had never felt anything before.
He never had any needs to satisfy; he was an android after all who lived and breathed, completing his missions.
But at the moment, he had never felt so vulnerable and weak before. He had never felt so good and valid before.
"Please move."
He was brought from his thoughts when he heard you speak. Gazing into your eyes, he swallowed thickly.
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred percent."
Not even a moment later did the male roll his hips before rocking it forward and plunging himself back in.
"N-Ngh~!"
Your body jolted in its spot, your hips bucking upwards with your nails digging into his pale, muscular shoulders.
His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. He wasn't just pushing himself inside of you, he was using his body to roll deep into you like an ocean.
"Connor~."
The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.
Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.
You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It was beginning to be Connor's downfall as he lost a bit of his rationality.
The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.
The android found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling him to not stop.
He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.
His hands could never leave your body alone, one of them flying to your stomach, where he dragged his fingers lightly up and down your stomach.
His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.
Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hips aching from being up slightly off the couch, but you were in no way going to move to tell him to change anything.
That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.
Connor grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hitting your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.
And possibly Connor as well. His face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed with his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.
His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you assumed Connor was feeling what could only be explained as a human org*sm.
"You feel so good." He suddenly grunted near your ear.
His guttural voice and words made your p*ssy throb. You hugged him close to your sweaty chest and brought your lips to his ear.
"Say it again."
Connor kissed your jaw before placing another kiss in the shell of your ear.
"(Y/n), you feel so f*cking good."
That seemed to be the last straw, exactly what you needed to hear. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible, but the male heard it.
Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Connor's wide, muscular sides.
Your nails that were already digging into his shoulders now broke past the synthetic skin and pressed against the plastic armor beneath.
You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.
Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. One of his arms snaked underneath and pressed your bare chest together.
Ultimately, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
Even though you had reached your limit, Connor had yet to seize in own. However, he wasn't that far from it. He just needed to pound into your wet velvety walls just a little longer to reach his own high.
As the android continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.
Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Connor could feel you trembling underneath him and knew he had to finish this soon. His lips found their way to the other side of your throat, where he kissed and sucked harshly.
His body was telling him that he was going to c*m, his LED flashing vermillion rapidly.
╳┇C*M INSIDE
△┇PULL OUT
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╳┇C*M INSIDE
And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick hot liquid.
You didn't even know what it was made of, but at the moment, you didn't really care.
It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.
A satisfied sigh left the android's lips as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Connor awoke from a dormant state; his system fully rested as a bright light shined on his face. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of your bedroom.
He sat up, looking around for your frame, but he was alone in the large room. At the edge of the bed was a set of clothes freshly ironed and smelled like they came from right out of the dryer.
Wasting no time, he dressed in fresh clothes and was surprised to see a new grey jacket with his identification marker on it. He slipped it on and fixed his tie.
Now that he was appropriate, he went to exit the room to find you but found one thing out of place. It was a door, slightly ajar.
He raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were boxes all packed up and taped, appearing as if you were moving them out.
Curiously he stepped toward one of the open boxes and kneeled down so he could look at it closely. The first thing he grabbed out was a picture frame.
You were smiling just as brightly as the one from last night, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends. Your (e/c) orbs glimmer like the night sky while hugging another male, your lips upon his cheeks.
He could tell it was the same one from last night. The most surprising thing was that the male in the photo most definitely had to be an android. He didn't have his jacket with his identification marker but on his temple was an LED, his external feedback component.
In fact, everyone around you had an LED as well. You were the only human surrounded by all these androids, and the most important detail was the visible signs of deviancy they were showing.
He looked away from the frame and saw inside of the box were clothes, male clothes to be exact. And one of those items was an android jacket, with an identification marker on it.
Connor scanned through his system, looking for any news of this tracking number and a report displayed in his view.
Maliki, an android who was captured and destroyed for his involvement with hiding deviant androids.
A sudden noise from someplace in the house gained his attention. He hastily shoved the frame back inside the box and exited the room, leaving the door ajar just how it was.
Quietly, using the lightest steps he could, Connor crept down the hallway to the noise.
"Yes, I dealt with the anniversary just fine, so let's not bring it up, okay?"
It was your voice speaking into what he assumed was your cellular device. You sounded slightly annoyed with whoever you were speaking to.
"But anyway, I think I have someone very interesting for you. It's an android, a very important one. He's the most advanced prototype to this day, highly intelligent and either deviant or close to deviancy. He would be a valuable asset to the rebellion. If I can spend more time with him I can surely turn him deviant. All I need to do is recode his program and make it easier to break into deviancy. It's the same thing I did with all those other androids I sent you."
Connor froze, his mechanical brain whirring as he processed what you were saying. Everything sounded so incriminating.
"I detected something in his code too; something Kamsaki had to put in on purpose. Connor has the potential to turn androids against their code, creating deviants. Possibly from how human they made him."
Closer, Connor crept and hid his body in the shadows of the hallway. He could see you standing on the terrace, your back facing him as you spoke into the cellular.
There was a sudden yelling from the other line on the phone, causing you to pull it away from your ear before placing it back against your labyrinth.
"I know, but think of the numbers! We need the numbers, and we need you to lead the rebellion, Markus. You are not the only one with things worth losing. I'm risking my life for this; remember that."
You grumbled and ran a hand through your hair.
"In any matter, it has to be you. I don't like North, and you know it. It'll fail if she leads it, and everything will be for nothing. Maliki's sacrifice would be for nothing."
And that was all Connor could bear to hear. He stepped away from the wall with loud footsteps, which gained your attention.
Your (e/c) orbs widened as you saw a sort of distressed expression on the android's face.
"Did you hear-"
He quickly cut you off by raising a hand to silence you and unfortunately, it worked. "This whole time, you've been working for the rebellion?"
You swallowed thickly. "Well, I-"
"You've been hiding them from the law, (Y/n)!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing you to jump from how loud it echoed on the terrace.
"Listen to me, I-"
He cut you off by taking another step toward your frame. "You're risking your career, your life, for something that's wrong!"
"It's not!" You exclaimed and ended the call that was still going. "I'm doing the right thing!"
Connor shook his head and turned away from you. "Amanda needs to know this." He muttered.
You choked on your spit and rushed in front of the male. "Connor, please listen to me. If you go to Amanda with this information, you'll be dooming us all. You're becoming deviant, and what do you think will happen when they find out? They'll destroy you and replace you with another copy. And when you finish your mission, you'll get replaced with another android made to be better than you!"
You placed your hands wearily on Connor's arms. "Don't you see, it's always going to be a never-ending cycle. You can help us, help me if you just agree to it. Choose to support our side."
The android stared down at you, his lips pursed as he listened to your words. "(Y/n), I am a machine. I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants, and that's what I intend to do."
Your brows furrowed as you gazed up at him with such pained eyes. "Oh, Connor." Your voice cracked while you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his chest. "You are more than that. I can see it."
╳┇PUSH HER AWAY
△┇HOLD HER
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╳┇PUSH HER AWAY
Connor lifted his arms up and removed your grasp from his body while stepping away, putting distance between your frames.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ﹀
"I am a machine." He stated, his voice sounding more robotic than it had been. "And I have a mission to complete."
Connor began making his way to the front door, leaving you stunned in the living room.
"Connor."
He halted when he heard his name come from your mouth, broken and pained. "What, Ms. (L/n)?"
You took a shaky breath and stepped near him. "Look at me please." You whispered out.
The android stayed still for a moment before cautiously turning his frame around to face yours.
He shouldn't have done that.
Upon seeing the tears running down your face, he began to feel resentment at his own self for making you cry.
Your shaky hands reached for his face, carefully holding him in the palm of your hands. "Kiss me. Kiss me one last time and then make your decision. Become a deviant, and I will help you. Or stay a machine and never see me or Hank ever again."
Connor swallowed thickly, his hands unconsciously reaching for your waist to hold you firmly. "I do not need to listen to you." He stated.
"I know." You replied. "But please do this for me, Connor. Just one last thing."
Taking Connor's silence as the to-go, you pushed his face down to yours and captured his lips with yours.
He didn't respond to it, staying still and unmoving. "Please, Connor." You whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his again.
This time he responded, pulling your body close to his and wrapping his arms securely around your frame. His lips moved in sync with yours, slightly sucking before involving his tongue.
Your tongues intertwined, your hands running down his cloth chest to help him remember how he felt last night, how he acted, how human it was.
Suddenly as if Connor came to his senses, he pulled back and quickly released your body. His LED blinked a burgundy hue rapidly while he placed a hand over his mouth.
"Ms. (L/n)." He said your name with an authoritative tone. "Enough of your games."
Angrily you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled. "Fine." A shaky breath left your lips, your arms hugging your frame securely.
"Chose to stay with me or choose to leave. If you leave, I'll consider you a threat to the rebellion, and I will make sure to be the one that takes your life. I'd rather it be me than some bullsh*t worker at Cyberlife."
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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
His hands caressed the bare skin of your back under your shirt, light fluttery touches that heated every inch of skin he stroked.
The male's face was hidden in between your breast, his pupilless optics closed as he breathed soundly. Your scent filled his nose, a scent that reminded him of the ocean breeze.
Like a splash of orange bergamot mixed with woody base notes, a freshness that was like a relaxing fragrance.
He could breathe that scent every day if he could. The smell of his wife, the only human - other than his younger brother Killua - that he dare ever 'exhibit' the emotion of love.
Your hands diligently ran through his sleek midnight black locks, never encountering a tangle or knot. Perfect silky hair, that you couldn't help but be jealous of a few times.
Tenderly you kissed his cold pale forehead, a contrast to your warm lips that radiated heat. It was an intimate moment, something Illumi wasn't used to executing but was gradually becoming accustomed to it.
Slowly the eldest Zoldyck son raised his head and indolently opened his orbs to gaze up at your face. You glanced down at him and smiled soothingly, continuing to run your hands through his hair.
His hand that ran up and down your spine intimately halted for a moment, his cold fingertips lingering on your skin.
"(Y/n)." He called your name in a quiet tone, you could feel the vibration of his speech against your stomach.
"Yes?" You answered him in a palliative manner on that quiet night.
"I really do care about you."
Your hands ceased their movement in his hair, your breath becoming caught in your throat for a second before you laughed gently.
"Oh, Illumi." You cooed and enclosed your arms around his head, pressing his face back into your chest. "I love you too."
The brunet found himself rolling his jade black optics before closing them again and continuing his tender strokes on your spine.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
A heavy sigh echoed from your lips. The memory of your intimate moment with your husband when you were freshly married danced across your vision like an old film.
Or more like a childhood movie that gave you a sense of nostalgia watching it years later. Gradually closing the child book in your hand, you gazed down at your son's sleeping face.
The frown on your lips twitched into a small smile that quickly fell asunder when you thought about the memory again.
Xenon's tranquil expression had you carefully relocate a lock of his midnight black hair out of his face. The six-year-old was a spitting image of his father and only really displayed your skin color.
His hair was lengthy, refusing to cut it so it was similar to his father. The same black pupilless optics retained a better vision than an ordinary individual.
When the boy grows up he'll look like a copy, taking almost all of the Zoldyck genes. You huffed quietly at the thought but leaned forward to place a tender kiss on his warm forehead.
"Goodnight, Xenon." You whispered silently and withdrew from his lavish bedroom. Quietly closing his door your attention trained down the hall at Illumi's office.
It has been a while since you've spoken to your husband, ages since you've held a decent conversion. He was either too occupied with work or out on an assigned mission.
You sighed wearily, your stomach abruptly feeling heavy as you ambled closer to his office. Knocking on it with the back of your fist, there was no response.
Behind the door, you could hear the sound of paper shuffling and the pressing of keys on a keyboard. You knocked louder, regarding a slight strain in your knuckles now.
This time you received a response.
"What is it, (Y/n)?"
You turned the diamond handle and peered inside the dim office. Your husband sat in his chair at his desk, his long nimble fingers aggressively typing away at something.
Stacks of paper decorated his table and the bowl of soup you gave him this morning was still uneaten. You frowned at the sight. It had been more than twelve hours since eleven o'clock am when you first handed him the dish.
He didn't even touch it. And you knew he hadn't left his office all day which meant that he was skipping meals.
"Illumi, my husband, why haven't you touched the soup?" You questioned him, fully stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.
The male simply hummed in response and shifted his gaze to a packet next to his laptop. Biting the inside of your cheek you strode forward and stood in front of his metal desk.
"Illumi, it's not good to skip meals just because you are busy. I know you can last days without eating but while you are home...I would appreciate it if you wouldn't underfeed yourself like this."
Your husband's tapping came to a halt, his pupilless orbs glancing up at your face for only a second before returning to his screen.
You took that as his response to your sentence and sighed profoundly. Striding around his table you paused behind him and lightly settled your hands on his broad shoulders.
"Illumi, it's late and I'm going to be retiring for bed. Will you...perhaps be joining me tonight? I would really appreciate it." You articulated with a hopeful expression displaying on your face.
For some time you've been sleeping alone at night, retreating to bed first with Illumi joining you much later only to wake first and leave you alone in the morning.
It had been like that for a long time and only once In a blue moon would he ever leave the safety of his desk to join you in bed.
You couldn't help but feel distraught by his actions but you knew Illumi was different than the normal person. He saw most things as useless and demeaning, a waste of time or bothersome.
But when he did care or attempt to ever show any emotion other than aloof or stoic, he was at least trying. It was the effort that counted and that's what really drew you into your husband.
You understood him unusually well, complimenting his lack of interest with your enthusiastic attitude. And your ability to always look for even the most minute details allowed for you to see the tiny smiles he may display or the small gestures he would do for you.
He was like dark rain clouds rolling in on a sunny day. Most wouldn't enjoy it for it being as if he was ruining a once bright day that held warm air and cool wind.
But to you, you didn't see him as such a misfortune. Yes, the glow of the sun might be gone now, but the soothing sound of rain pelting your roof was cathartic.
And the cool wind was palliative as you were able to bundle yourself in blankets and cozy up to the fireplace.
You found more positives in Illumi than negatives; a man that was just different than the rest but it did not mean he didn't deserve the same amount of love.
Even if he were busy every night, engrossed in his work or possibly being entertained by someone other than you, you still wouldn't love him any less.
Your love for your husband runs deep like the ocean and never strays from its origin. You don't want to lose the man who you believed was your only love, so you avoided speaking about any of your fears that might make him snap.
Or conveying confrontations that he would just ignore or propose to speak about on another day for he was too busy. You don't think your heart could handle such a thing if it were to transpire.
So you would just stay the perfect compliant wife for your husband.
There was no response for a moment before the male flipped the page in his document, "No, I have too much to do tonight. You shouldn't stay up waiting for me and compromise your health."
The smile instantly sank from your lips and your shoulders deflated. You could feel your throat tightening for a second as tears glazed over your (e/c) optics.
A sob was stuck in your throat, unable to echo out into the room. Attempting to sniffle quietly, you released his shoulders and shuffled back.
"A-Are you sure?" You sought, your voice growing weaker at the end.
He barely even nodded his head in acknowledgment. Heavy tears escaped your bottom lids and cascaded down your (s/c) hued cheeks.
For once you were glad Illumi wasn't looking at you. You would find it embarrassing if he noticed you weeping over a silly little thing.
He wouldn't fathom why the tears ran like a river from his rejection. And you knew he wouldn't do what you wanted because he just didn't understand.
A deep exhalation rang from beneath your lungs as you wiped the tears off your face and stepped toward his office door. Quietly you opened it, turning back slightly to get one more glance of your handsome husband before bedtime.
"Good night, Illumi. I love you, and please...get some rest."
Your husband's tapping halted and his gaze gradually rose to meet yours. His blank stare appeared rather longing for a moment with his lips twitching down into a frown.
Oh, that beautiful dark, jade black eyes of his always showed more emotion than his pale face ever would. You could see that emotion he refuses to admit he has surrendered to.
Or at least you think you can.
"Sleep well, (Y/n). Do not stay up late." He mumbled, tilting his head back slightly to smooth a knot in his neck.
His words made you smile scarcely, ambling back towards his desk. Your hands reached for his head and carefully - as if he was a newborn babe - held him securely.
You leaned down, your warm lips connecting with his cool forehead for a few seconds. Pulling back, you gave him a large closed-eyed smile.
"Ok." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you released his head and stepped out of his office, closing his door with shaky hands.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
It felt as if eyes were observing you, staring holes into your frame that had your skin ignite. It was as if ants were biting at your flesh, irritating it and stirring you awake from your slumber.
Gradually you opened your (e/c) orbs and pulled the blanket from over your head. When you turned your head to the empty space where Ilumi lay, you did not expect to see your six-year-old son sitting with his legs crossed.
His jade black pupilless optics stared down at you with an observing gaze, almost too serious for his young age.
"Xenon..." Your voice cracked as you gradually slid up and leaned against the headboard. "What are you doing, little one?"
The boy hummed at your question and flicked a strand of his long hair behind his head. "I just missed you." He replied, voice almost void of emotion like his father.
You puckered your lips and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's cute but I know there's more to it."
"Father requested that I spend more time with you."
The two of you didn't say anything as you just stared at each other with blank expressions. It was eerily quiet in your spacious bedroom, the only sound coming from the open door of your terrace.
Swiftly before your son could react, your grasped his arms and pulled him against your body. His already large eyes went wide, grunting slightly as he fell into your lap.
"M-Mother!" He hissed, but you simply squeezed his frame against your plumper one. "Stop it this instant!"
"No~." You hummed, embracing him closer and peppering his face with kisses.
Your son grunted and attempted to shimmy himself free but your grip was much tighter than he assumed. "Come on, let me go. Your breath stinks."
You stopped hugging him, freezing like a statue before hurling the boy in the air and letting him fall on the bouncy mattress.
Covering your mouth, you turned away and steered to your bathroom.
"YOU DON'T EMBARRASS YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!" You yelled in the echoing room.
"WELL, WHY DON'T YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH FIRST!?"
"WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT THERE WHEN I WAKE UP!?" Your voice was still loud through the closed door.
Xenon threw a pillow at your bathroom door and left a dent in the wooden barrier. "Just brush your teeth already."
You groaned from inside the bathroom and aggressively scrubbed at your teeth, vexed that your own six-year-old son called you out.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Staring at the closed book in your hand, you inhaled deeply and threw the thick object on the coffee table.
Air blew out of your nose like an animal as you began roaming aimlessly around the wing. For a while now you've been losing interest in things that used to give you joy.
It was hard to read, the exhilaration you used to feel in your chest reading a story no longer sparked within your heart and your attention now started to drift off the page.
You were angered that you couldn't read like you used to, and even more enraged at the fact that this lack of interest and focus was starting to gravitate towards your other hobbies and joys.
The days were rather quiet, lonesome as the span of time passed by. It felt as though the days were repeating, virtually the same every time.
However each day grew dimmer, your lack of interest soon being accompanied by your lack of self-care. You struggled to even leave your bed and take care of your body.
If it wasn't for Xenon who visited you early in the morning to awaken you and remind you to brush your teeth and eat, you would have never even done it for yourself.
Unfortunately, your dear soon would depart soon after for his lessons with his great-grandfather Zeno and grandfather Sylva, leaving you home alone in the wing.
It seemed as though you were seeing your husband less and less. The man left for longer assassinations and you couldn't help but feel as if he was intentionally disregarding you.
You were always someone that took on guilt, even if it was never your fault. You could have done nothing wrong and still feel as though you were the problem.
Blame it on your kind heart or blame it on your trauma, this was just how you were. A little too empathetic for the harsh world you lived in.
And you had to keep telling yourself the same things over and over again.
That's what you thought. That's what you told yourself. But you couldn't help it when those dark shadowy thoughts rained over your head and whispered its deceit in your ears.
Some days it felt as though they sat upon your chest, weighing down on you and refusing to let you up. Just sitting there, whispering like it always does.
Gossiping about the same things again and again.
This is all your fault. It's because you're ugly. It's because you can't satisfy him anymore. It's because you're boring. It's because he doesn't need you anymore.
It's because you stress him out. It's because you're nothing special. It's because you can't do anything right. It's because you're emotionally unstable. It's because you push him away with your neediness.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.
"Ahh!"
You jumped in fright from the ringing noise that brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. Your heart still thumped audibly in your chest and you could feel the beads of sweat on the back of your neck.
Somewhere in the wing of the Zoldyck mansion, you were lost and paranoid. The surroundings to you are unfamiliar and foreign.
At the moment you were shaken up, you'll admit it and it was all from the shadow thoughts you tried to suppress.
With shaky hands, you grasped the (f/c) phone from the pocket of your apron and glanced down at the screen. A number you never expected to be calling was displayed across your cellular device.
Answering it, you called out in an uncertain tone. "H-Hello."
"(Y/n)~♥."
A breath you didn't know you were holding in was released. You laughed almost thankfully and scratched the top of your head.
"Hisoka, hey. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you in so long. I've just...I've just been busy with family life. Taking care of Xenon...and Illumi."
The fuchsia-haired male hummed on the line. "I'll forgive you, for now~♠. Ignoring your oldest friend since childhood really puts a damper on my mood you know~♦."
A laugh reverberated from your mouth as you began retracing your steps and making your way back to your floor.
"Friendship? I think It was more of me using my nen to heal you every time I found you dying against my front door! Remember when you tried to kill me the first time!? We were only twelve years old, If I didn't have you sedated I would have been dead!"
It was silent for a moment before the two of you shared a laugh. A genuine laugh that had your mouth hurt from smiling.
"See, it all worked out in the end~♣!"
"You homicidal joker!" You snapped back in a playful manner before shaking your head. "Anyway, as much as I am thankful for your call, you wouldn't be contacting me for no reason."
One of your hands diligently grasped onto the railing as you carefully strolled up the swirling stairs.
"Ah, my little (Y/n), you are so smart~♥!"
"You are just flattering me, Hisoka. Now get to the point!"
"Fiesty girl~♦!" He hollered, laughing narrowly at his own words which caused you to roll your own eyes. "I'm going to be in town tomorrow and of course, I would like the chance to see my best friend~♠. We can go into the city do a little shopping, eat around, scout for strong competitors~♣!"
You laughed aloud, grasping the handle to your bedroom door and opening it with a little too much enthusiasm.
"Really!?" You sought, your voice rising and you could feel your eyes grow slightly wide. "I'm in for the shopping and food but please leave your odd lust for the strong out of it! I haven't been out of the mansion in years, let alone spoken with anyone else other than the Zoldyck Family!"
"I'm glad that you are excited but (Y/n), please don't leave the last part out~♥!"
"No! Remember what happened last time!?"
Before Hisoka could respond the voice of your son filled your room. "Mom, who are laughing with on the phone?" He inquired, only his head visible as he stuck it out from behind the wall.
"Hold up, it's Xenon." You placed your phone against your chest as if attempting the muffle any noise that could be heard. "It's just an old friend."
The boy pursed his lips, grumbling to himself slightly before revealing his full form. Unexpectedly, in a matter of seconds, Xenon was standing atop your bed, your phone in his hands as he hung up the call.
"What the- Xenon, what the hell!?"
You snatched the cellular device back from your child and crossed your arms under your chest. "That's rude of you, boy. Where are your manners?" You sought.
The midnight-haired boy let his legs give out so he could bounce on the mattress. His thigh-length hair sprawling around and his body and the bed.
"He sounded weird." He declared while gazing up at you with his pupilless optics. You opened your mouth to reply but the words were stuck in your throat.
'Damn, he's right though.' You thought. Awkwardly you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck while thinking about what to say.
"Well, Hisoka is a bit odd...but he has always taken care of me since we were children. Kind of like Killua and your relationship. Killua has babysat you multiple times and cared for you like a brother."
Your son jerked his head, his fingers playing through his hair while you took a seat next to him on the bed.
With the way the bed shook and how your son bounced on the mattress, heat rushed to your cheeks. Your fingers twitched from the mortification, you don't remember weighing so much enough to make such a huge reaction.
Xenon furrowed his brows at your face and frowned. "Mom?" He asked quietly.
"Oh, um!" A laugh reverberated from your lips. You placed a hand on the boy's head, feeling the texture of his hair under the tender skin of your palm. "It's nothing."
The boy observed you with attentive dark eyes. Your hand carefully migrated to his cheek where you began to caress his warm (s/c) skin. "I just love you so much, you know."
Slight, very slight color rose to his face as he dropped his gaze and puckered his lips. "I know." He murmured softly, letting you continue to rub his cheek intimately.
Another sigh left your lips, your chest feeling heavy once again until you remember your plans for the next day.
A chance to be out of this mansion, a chance to meet one of your oldest friends, a chance to not be bothered by the looming shadows that whispered like chaotic bugs when you were alone.
"Alright baby, it's almost time for dinner. I believe your grandmother wanted to eat with us today."
"That old hag?"
"Xenon! ...Make sure you don't call her that to her face."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Removing the towel from over your torso, you dressed in your undergarments while humming to yourself.
Turning around you glanced at your reflection and you could feel your fingers clench. You swallowed thickly, stepping closer to the wall-length mirror.
A shaky breath left your lips, it's been a while since you've looked at your reflection. No, really looked at it.
Your breath was caught in your throat, your teeth biting into your shaky bottom lip. You were much different than what you used to look like.
You don't look as good as you used to when Illumi first fell in love with you.
With a feather-like touch, you trailed your fingers down your sides. You noted how much accentuated your curves are now.
Your waist dipped in while your hips protruded outwards. You had to stop wearing your tight-fitting clothes and opt for more stretchy garments or dresses.
Not only did your mid-section grow in size but so did your bottom and stomach. Your bottom was much rounder, thicker with cellulite and stretch marks scoring your skin.
The same could be said for your stomach. Plumper and soft it was around your mid-section. A prominent scar below the curve of your bellow from Xenon's birth.
Slowly you rose your arms up and shook them, observing as the skin around your biceps jiggled and so did your thighs.
You were much bigger than what you once were, and maybe that's why your relationship with your husband has turned sour.
Illumi may have always had a blunt tongue but when he fell in love with you, he learned how to hold back from what he would think to not hurt your feelings.
That's why he stayed away, that's why he didn't kiss you anymore, that's why he wouldn't touch you.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
Your hands covered your face, your eyes wide as you struggled to breathe. It was compressing down on your lungs, clenching down on your throat.
As if you were hyperventilating, gasping, and wheezing while you fell to your knees. Curling into a fetal position, hiding.
It hurt, the way everything just throbbed. Your own thoughts made you ache with a pain that felt greater than a physical injury.
And then your phone rang.
The sudden sensation of your throat opening up and your lungs functioning again allowed you to breathe in the air you've been so desperate for.
Swallowing thickly it took you a few moments to collect yourself. Tears could be felt trailing down your face, trickling down your chin, and connecting with the skin of your chest.
It took a lot of energy to crawl yourself up onto your bed and grasp your phone that continued to ring. Answering it, your voice was much weaker than you intended.
"Hello."
"(Y/n)~♥. I'm almost to the Zoldyck estate, you better be ready for when I arive~♣!"
You let out a deep breath, wiping your face with the back of your hand while a weak laugh reverberated from your mouth.
"Ok, ok, I'm still getting ready so I'm going to hang up and finish dressing." The male hummed on the other line before hanging up and leaving you in silence once again.
You swallowed thickly, slowly lowering your phone and grasping for the lamp next to you on the bed. Once the cool metal touched the delicate skin of your palm, you snatched it and hurled it at the mirror.
Glass shattering echoed in the room, its shards connected with your marble flooring and dusting it with microscopic particles.
A little longer of just sitting in silence did you wait before you decided to get ready. It was around spring, warm with some cool wind so you decided on a periwinkle-hued maxi dress with thin straps around over your shoulders.
Lilia-white kimono dressed over your arms to conceal your upper torso as you slipped on a pair of open-toed wedges.
You didn't even want to look in the mirror again so you just blindly did your hair and make-up. There wasn't much you could do without seeing your reflection so you hoped you at least appeared decent.
A text buzzed on your phone, Hisoka was here at the front waiting for you.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
When you sped out from the Zoldyck estate, The fuchsia-haired male gradually turned to face you and you watched as his jaw slackened.
"It's been 5 years since you were married and you look even more stunning than you did in that wedding dress~♦."
You could feel your cheeks warm up and your eyes widening from his words. "Hisoka!" Thankfully as you dipped your head, the floppy straw hat hid your flattered expression.
The male grinned from your reaction and came close, hugging your frame tight against his body. You could hear him inhale deeply, the scent of your perfume was rather strong today.
"You smell absolute divine, (Y/n). I could just eat you up~♥."
Biting your lip, you returned his hug tightly. It's been too long since you've had any physical contact with anyone that wasn't family, especially another male.
You've forgotten what it felt like. A hug, the feeling of someone's arms around you. Holding you tightly, pressing your face into their chest while their chin pressed atop your head.
The smell of a man, the fragrance of their strong cologne, the scent of their strength. You have really missed it all.
Gradually you softened into his embrace, holding back tears that wanted to flow like a rapid current.
"Hisoka..." His name came out of your mouth like a whisper that was muffled by his chest. "Hasn't anyone told you not to flirt with a married woman?"
Your long-time friend since childhood laughed aloud, you could feel the rumble of his speech against his chest on your own.
"How could I not~♣?" He asked, one of his hands caressing the base of your neck. "When the most beautiful woman in the world stands before me~♠."
His words made your heart skip a beat, the blood flowing rapidly through your veins like a flurry. How long has it been since you've received a compliment? How long has it been since you've felt good about yourself?
Any more of this and you just might fall in love with the fuchsia-haired Joker...
No, that could never happen. You loved Illumi with all your heart, with every fiber of your being. You're just feeling like this because you haven't had any male attention in years.
"Do not forget that I am married to Illumi." You reminded him, maybe even reminding yourself.
With slow careful motions, Hisoka pulled back while sticking out his long tongue. "As if a ring on your finger could ever stop me from getting what I wanted~♥. Don't you also think it is a bit more exciting when you have to sneak around~♦?"
You had to pull yourself away to hide the flattered expression on your face and remove yourself from his entrapping embrace. "Hisoka, please. You are too much, I swear." You told him lightly.
The joker just hummed playfully, a dazzling smile displaying across his porcelain-hued skin. "Just making up for lost time~♠!"
Shaking your head lightly, you gripped onto the straps of your purse and tilted your head down the road. "Come on; I'd like to make it into town before lunchtime."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Your body felt heavy, striding into the kitchen and setting the treats from your afternoon getaway on the counter. The high of being out and laughing nearly every minute was starting to diminish and the reality of your home set in.
It was back to mundane quietness and lonely nights. But it should be alright; Xenon's messages of missing you were a pleasant reminder of your loving family.
The first thing you did was step into the hallway and reach for your husband's office. You knocked on it audibly, waiting for a response but you heard no noise from inside.
You quirked a brow, twisting the diamond handle and meeting absolute darkness. His lamp was turned off and from the light peering in from the hallway, you could see that his laptop was closed and even his packets were put away in his cabinets.
Confusion rang in your head, your husband had no mission today and if he did Kykyo usually messaged you so you would know.
Cautiously you shut the door and neared your son's room. He slept peacefully in his bed, his long hair sprawled out behind his head as he breathed rhythmically.
You attempted to make your footsteps as light as possible to reach his sleeping frame, and kiss his forehead tenderly.
Next time the both of you should go out into the city and spend some time together. If you asked nice enough Sylva should give the boy a day off of training.
He was rather fond of you, the whole Zoldyck family was. They appreciated your effort in taking care of Illumi and even spending your time assisting the family members in anything they needed.
You nodded your head, agreeing with the thought, and decided you would ask your father-in-law tomorrow.
Leaving your son to resume his tranquil slumber, your footsteps grew slower as you reached the other end of the hall and stopped at your bedroom door.
When you opened it, the sight of your husband sleeping on your shared bed was not something you expected.
The comforter piled at his hips, his bare toned chest glowing from the moonlight that streamed in. Even his hair glistened, sprawled behind his head just as Xenons were.
Illumi's appearance would have been genuinely relished in if it were not for your grim thoughts coming forward.
Every day you waited for him to join you in bed and he rarely ever did. When he would, it was never long enough for you to realize he was even there.
You pleaded and begged for your husband to leave to comforts of his office but all your work was always fruitless. And the day you go out to spend time with a friend is the day he finally rests in your room.
Fury spewed through your veins, skin ignited in vexation that you had to breathe deeply to settle. As much as you were enranged, you didn't want to disrupt his slumber.
He rarely slept, much less let down his barrier and relax. He needed his sleep and you needed to calm down.
With faint careful steps, you entered the connected bathroom and shed yourself of your clothes. You needed a shower from your long day out and hopefully, it could help you unwind.
Steam wafted into the room, the mirror becoming misty and fogged as you stepped into the shower. The firm beating of water striking your skin was relaxing, almost massaging your tense muscles.
Creeping down you set yourself on the floor of the bathtub, pulling your legs to your chest and shielding your face in the space of your knees.
You were relaxing alright but a little too much. Instead of fuming with rage, you were wallowing in self-pity. The weight of the circumstances, all your heavy thoughts just displaying past your eyes was hard to bear.
It's been a while since you've cried, it felt like admitting weakness and doubt that lingered in your heart. But at the moment you wanted nothing more to release that tight throbbing sensation in the back of your throat.
You tried to keep your cries quiet, silent almost to not wake your husband but that was harder said than done.
It was more difficult to hold back those vicious wails than it was to just to let it all out. Despite that you did it, Illumi's sleep meant more than the pain coursing through every possible vein on your body.
You loved him maybe more than you loved yourself.
...
After releasing your inner anguish and finishing up with your shower, you concealed your naked frame under a warm towel and entered the bedroom silently.
Your footsteps were near impossible to hear as you inched to your dresser and slowly opened the drawer.
Changing into your undergarments you reached for an oversized white shirt only for that wrist to get snatched and your back to collide against the walls.
A scream wanted to resonate from your parted lips but the hand around your throat ceased any cries for help.
Fear, something you hadn't felt in so long crept up your spine, and just like earlier in the shower, you released your fury with a set of tears that dribbled down your warm cheeks.
"(Y/n)."
Your head flung up, barely making out your husband's face in the complete darkness. You could hear him lean down and feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear.
"I don't appreciate you having fun with my acquaintance without my knowledge."
(e/c) optics widened at his words, your heart thumping in your ear as his other hand reached for the front of your towel.
"I don't like feeling jealous and right now, you're making me feel very, very jealous."
Gazing into the deep dark voids of his pupilless orbs you swallowed strenuously. "Illumi, my husband you can't be upset that I spent one day to me with someone I knew way longer than you." The words were hushed, well thought as you attempted to deescalate the situation. "I even texted you about my plans and all you said was, 'cool enjoy', it was obvious you didn't even look at it carefully."
The man was noiseless for a moment and that stillness made sweat ooze out of the skin on the back of your neck. It was haunting how he said nothing, expressed nothing and the gloaming was no help.
It wasn't until his hands migrated to your wrist, pinning them by your head on the wall did you feel the wrath of his ren encasing your body.
He was mad, he was angry...and he had no right to be.
Slipping one of your wrists free thanks to it being soft from lotion, you didn't even register your own hand swiping across his face and reddening his skin.
At the moment both of you appeared shocked, your husband's eyes widened more than usual and your own lips agape.
You would have apologized, taken back your actions but you realized that now is going to be the only time to communicate with your husband when you had his attention for the first time in forever.
"You are the one that is constantly busy, ignoring everything and anybody that wasn't your work." You snapped, unveiling your voice with every word.
"You are the one that neglects me! You act as if I'm a servant and even then I'm barely even a speck of dust that you acknowledge!"
Ripping your other wrist free from his hold you grasped your towel firmly by the front and tightened it across your body.
"You're mad that I went out once with a friend when every time I ask you to go out you either ignore me or give me excuses! As if I'm a bother that you can't wait to get rid of! And now that I enjoyed myself with someone else you suddenly want to give me your unwavering attention!?"
Your limbs were shaking from your unreleased fury, your (e/c)'s seething with rage as once again your hand flew down across his face and he let it connect.
The sound of skin-on-skin contact was vociferous but not as loud as your voice which was strained with distress and annoyance.
"You just don't want to let something that's part of your possession go to somebody else, even if you're not even attracted to them anymore!" You could sense that sting in the corner of your eyes, your vision that was already barely visible obfuscating. "I know I'm not the same anymore! I know that I've gained weight! I know I'm not pretty like before! So if that's the reason for all this neglect then just tell me!"
A strike of lightning hit the dirt terrain, illuminating your bedroom and allowing you to thoroughly see your husband's face.
His face was as stoic as ever, but those eyes... those damn eyes that were the only way you could see into his emotion had pools of sentiment swirling inside... you could normally sense how he was feeling.
But this time you couldn't tell.
Shielding your eyes behind your forearm you inhaled shakily and endeavored to alleviate your breathing.
"All I have is our son, Illumi! Every day I am alone, all by myself and I only get to see Xenon a few hours a day! If my appearance is what's keeping you away then you need to tell me! You need to stop ignoring me like am nothing but a disgusting person living in the same home as you!"
The man brought a finger to your wet cheek, the coldness of his skin rendering a shiver to arise up your back. "(Y/n)..."
Just hearing your husband's voice made your throat tighten and teeth grind against each other. Releasing your hold on your towel your hands slammed into his toned chest and pushed him onto the bed.
His hair sprawled across the mattress, his expressionless face now narrowly one of surprise. Your body was quick to appear over his, legs straddling his hips with your hands burrowing next to his head.
"Shut up!" Your voice cracked as tears descended from your eyes and trickled onto the man's pale cheeks.
"I'm tired, Illumi! I'm so exhausted, I'm in so much pain! You don't even know how hard it is every day to wake up in the morning! How I have no energy to even continue living and the only thing keeping me even slightly afloat is you and Xenon! My husband and son and at times... I don't even feel as if I even have a family. I feel like I am nothing..."
You could barely even breathe, your head pounding like a rainstorm as everything you've ever held your tongue about finally was let go.
"I love you so much but I am so tired, Illumi. So tired of being the neglected wife, just the mother to your child. You don't even understand how much it's hurt to even breathe."
It was quiet, with the only sound being from your sniffling and the now pouring rain that sprayed down on earth in an angry manner.
Your husband rose his hands slowly upwards, reaching your face and grasping your burning hot cheeks in his cool hands.
He stared up at you with his solemn gaze and stroked his thumbs over your watery cheeks. It was the first time in years since he's touched you and was just a bit of caressing but it had your heart squeezing.
"I could never be disgusted with you (Y/n)." He stated, voice not as monotone but more earnest than before. "I didn't marry your appearance, I married you."
One of his hands dipped from your face and grasped your bare thigh just below the provocative towel, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the soft plush flesh of your leg.
Your breath hitched, sending immediate sensations of desire through your touched starved body.
"So why?" You asked under your breath. "Why do you ignore me? Why do you shut me out? It wasn't like this before."
For once, his expression looked pained, those thin brows furrowed with his pale succulent limps twitching down into a grimace.
The words appeared stuck in his throat as if he was afraid to speak, or maybe he didn't know what to say.
You waited for him to articulate, desperate to know his answer but his mouth remained fastened shut.
"Illumi, please." You begged, your howling voice from earlier had long departed and left you with a barely audible manner. "Just talk to me... I'm your wife."
The man appeared as if he was struggling to breathe, his chest rising raggedly with both of his hands grasping the flesh of your plush thighs.
His hands were shaking, his fingers twitching before he closed his eyes to calm himself. That adam's apple of his throat bobbed as he swallowed strenuously.
"I don't... I don't know how to."
Your lip quivered from his words. You knew he struggled with expressing his emotions clearly but you thought with all the years you've been together he had at least comprehended just a little.
"Just tell me what started it, where it all began." You pleaded.
Illumi let out a heavy sigh, shifting his gaze to the side of the wall before removing your body from atop of his.
He positioned you gently onto your back, relocating stray damp hairs out of your face with careful hands before quickly removing his body from yours.
The man sat at the edge of the bed, hands hanging loosely off of his thighs as he inhaled deeply.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
It was a typical day, nothing out of the ordinary as he held your hand through the garden. You were bored of resting inside all the time and expressed the want for fresh air.
He was hesitant at first, cautious of every little thing ever since you were revealed to be pregnant. But with just one look and one simple touch on his skin left him weak.
Illumi didn't look like it but the affection showed by his wife in any amount had his stomach executing flips.
It was something that was rare in his family, tenderness, kindness. It wasn't something he grew up with it so it left him significantly distant from it all.
But he was slowly learning, a pretty woman had entered his life and treated him like no other. With so much love and adoration that he was easily overwhelmed.
You loved him like how someone needed air to live, accepting his harsh blunt words and quickly turning it around into something else that had his insensitive heart flutter.
It was hard to express it but... the man loved you, and he loved the child growing in your womb that was a product of your devotion.
Your smile that was ever so bright had quickly fallen from your face, however. The movements in your legs halted as the hand that held his own flew to your bulging stomach.
The gasp that left your lips was airy, barely any sound tracing it as you hunched over. Illumi remembered calling your name, concerned only slightly until a scream rippled through the area.
He could never forget those exclamations, the wails that echoed out of your chest as you collapsed to your knees.
He couldn't forget the way your face scrunched in distress, tears pouring like a waterfall down your cheeks. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms and drew blood while more wails infiltrated his ears.
Something was wrong, you were too early. You shouldn't be having your contraction for another two months.
"Illumi!"
You had cried his name with a violent voice; face as if you were dipped in water, hair sticking to the sweaty skin of your face.
There wasn't a moment to waste as he swept you up in his arms and bolted back into the Zoldyck residents. His legs had advanced faster than they ever had before, swift and brisk.
His ren was spiking, the dangerous aura of it outstretching across the entire Kukuroo Mountain. Everyone on the estate was notified of the intense atmosphere and every available Zoldyck member was quick to appear by the eighteen-year-old at the time.
Your body was swiftly laid onto a bed in the medical room of the mansion while Kikyo quickly alerted the family nurse and doctor of your situation.
The cramps that spread across your abdomen were gut-wrenching, you could barely even think let alone breathe as they hit you like never-ending waves.
Tension so thick it could make diamonds surround the atmosphere in the bay. It only grew worse with every deafening cry from your mouth.
Your cheeks were drenched in tears, lashes dark and wet with your teeth biting into your bottom lip; a reaction to attempting to silence your own cries.
Illumi had never felt so unnerved by another person's pain, usually, he rejoiced in it - thrived off of it - but this was different.
This was his wife, the woman he grew to care about so helplessly who also was carrying his child. He wanted to do everything he could to take away your pain.
He would willingly trade places, be the recipient of its ache but he couldn't. There wasn't anything he could do, and that killed him with every passing second.
"Your child, it wants out now but Mistress isn't ready! And- And we don't have enough time for her to dilate!"
The doctor himself attempted to appear calm and collected but the bead of sweat on the side of his face was a dead giveaway.
His own hands were shaking by his side from the tension that the Zoldyck family was creating but more importantly from your husband.
"We can't go through natural birth as you planned! We are going to have to surgically remove the heir from her womb."
Illumi's heart had never stopped pounding like it did when he heard the doctor's words. It was imaginary, but the man felt as if something was crawling up his spine and diggings its claws down into his bones.
He knew what he was feeling, he knew what was taking hold of every fiber in his body. Fear had invaded his mind and provided him with scenes of the possible future.
And all of them lead to one thing...your death.
"No!"
The young man startled himself as well as his family from the audible shrill demand of his voice. He had never spoken in such a prominently human manner; his own teeth-gritting into each other.
"Young Master, please! The baby needs medical care that we can provide out here! If we don't surgically remove him now he won't make it and neither will the Mistress!"
The doctor's words were manifesting into arms that clawed at his body, attempting to pull him down into the dark suffocation of his fears.
His lips parted to speak but whatever he wanted to say was stuck along the walls of his esophagus. It was a lump that made it hard to breathe, to let him inflate his starving lungs.
All of his life his father had trained him to be wary of the fear, to know the limitations of his strengths. What he didn't understand he should abandon for the sake of his life.
But this... but you, he was just wary of it. Fear was all he could think of and how could he ever abandon the cause of it?
He was a genius at deducing what outcomes were the most successful for his missions. But at this very moment, he didn't know what to do.
For the first time ever, Illumi Zoldyck was stunned and he was scared.
The thought of losing his firstborn and/or losing you, all made the feelings in his legs dissipate and he almost keeled over right there.
He was just a kid - granted eighteen and raised in the Zoldyck estate - but he was in no way knowledgeable about being a father or even a proper husband.
The man married you to save you but it seems like he saved you from one situation only to prolong your demise.
Kikyo lightly placed her hand on her oldest son's shoulder and squeezed it. His gaze shifted to his mother's visor and for once he longed to ask her what to do.
But thankfully, the woman understood and directed their gaze back to the doctor and nurse who were prepping everything for the removal of his son.
"Some things are inevitable, no matter how hard we want to make it different." She hummed, small pinkish lips pursed curtly. "So do what you can."
He shook his head instinctively, his mouth opening to reply but what he wanted to say was all scrambled and mixed with his other hazy thoughts.
"How...?" It was under his breath, overtaken by your cry of pain but the woman still heard it. "How do I-"
"You be there for your wife, Illumi." She interjected. "She has no one but you, but us. You're the one she needs. Hold her hand, and support her through it."
The Madame of the Zoldyck family dropped her hand to his elbow and guided him to your side. Her free one grasped the back of his hand and made it connect with your own.
"A woman going through this situation, sometimes the only thing she needs is someone by her side... Not many people have that." Her voice cracked yielding Illumi to swallow thickly. "I didn't have that."
She spoke that last part willingly hushed as if she didn't want anyone to hear. His mother gave his elbow one last squeeze before leaving her son's side and the room to wait with the other members of his family.
Everything he felt before had magnified tenfold. The screams had only died down once the epidural had been shot into your spine to numb your lower body.
Illumi could see it in your eyes. There was so much you must have been feeling. Scared, hurt, alone?
Oh, how he wishes he could help but for now, the most he could do was hold your hand and kiss the back of it with his cold lips.
He wasn't listening to anybody, everything just zoned in on you. You were fine one minute, the next he turned his head watched the specialist cut underside of your bulging belly.
Your husband's breath hitched, his lips falling agape as he watched your blood seep from the incision. That day... it was burned into his memory.
There was so much blood.
So much gore.
His stomach churned at the sight of his wife being picked and prodded, your organs on display as they worked to remove his son.
A prominent assassin since he was a child and the sight of before him made every villainous execution he had ever preform kiddie play.
No matter what he never ever wanted to see you like that. You could barely even keep your eyes open.
Time passed by quickly for him and before he knew it his son was risen from your womb and into the air so they could look at him.
He was covered in just red.
And most importantly he wasn't breathing properly. His little chest wasn't rising or falling with its minute breaths.
His blood ran cold, his hands becoming clammy as dread filled every pore in his body.
Illumi remembered that you barely had any strength to cry, just weakly reaching for your child. You held his bloody form on your chest, holding him, caressing him, telling him how much you loved the little boy.
But like the child, your own breathing came to halt. The movement of your chest ceased as you bled and bled, the doctor and nurse rushing with everything they could.
Your head turned the slightest, your gaze meeting his as a pathetic smile attempted to appear on your lips.
"Our... Our Xenon..."
The heart rate had dropped to a blaring flatline, misty clouds befogged your conjunctiva as all life appeared to still as time stopped.
"(Y/n)?"
Why did he call out your name?
Why did he reach for your face, your once warm skin now matching the chilliness of his own?
Why did his eyes burn as it glazed over and released salty liquids that trickled down his face?
In the late evening that day, Illumi Zoldyck lost both his wife... (Y/n) Zoldyck and his son Xenon Zoldyck at the same time.
Everything within him tore apart, the smallest bit of emotion shattered like china.
Illumi kept calling your name and begged for you to come back to him. He pleaded... he threatened... he cried.
It shouldn't have ended like this, you shouldn't have gone before him and neither should have Xenon.
His hold on your hand was released as he launched a stool at the wall.
"F*ck!"
His ren spiked, his hands burrowing into his midnight-hued locks.
He lost everything, he lost what made him something.
The man couldn't breathe nor could he hear. He couldn't see as well smell. Everything was shut off. He felt numb like he was nothing but air that was to be picked up and blown away.
His mother placed a tender hand on his shoulder, her mouth opening to speak but an anomaly stopped her.
A beep, a gasping breath, and the wailing of a newborn baby.
Everyone's attention was flung to your frame, your chest beginning to rise and fall with the child wiggling around under your arms.
You looked over at your husband and inhaled a hefty breath. "Why is my husband crying?"
How he was glad you didn't know about what happened, with him and with you. He didn't want you to know that...
That you and Xenon were dead for four minutes.
And none of it would have happened if he had never given in to his urges. He should have been more careful, he should have never gotten you pregnant.
It was his fault, and he almost lost his wife because of it.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
You didn't even know what to say, there wasn't anything you could possibly say after hearing about it.
His worst fears had come alive that day. He was traumatized by the event and ever since he hasn't been the same.
He was afraid to touch you... like you were glass. He was afraid to look at you... because with one loving looking he'd want to ravish you like a beast.
It was hard to be in the same vicinity as you. All he wanted was to just hold his wife in his arms and relish in your touch again.
But he was scared - traumatized - and it's stuck with him for six years.
Slowly you sat your body upwards and gripped onto the falling towel to secure it. "I..." You didn't even know what to say but you knew it couldn't just be silent anymore.
"Illumi, I love you."
He redirected his gaze to slightly look at your dim face.
"I wish you would have told me. You've been carrying...all of that on your shoulders by yourself." You stated, shifting closer to his body at the edge of the bed.
Your husband shook his midnight black hair and turned his head away so you couldn't view his face. "Why? Because of me, you perished. It was essentially me killing you with my own hands."
"Hey!" You hissed and stepped off the mattress so you could stand in front of him in between his legs. "That was not your fault! It was no one's fault! We wanted-I wanted a child."
The man didn't respond to your words, keeping his gaze concealed.
"And because of me, I made you hate your body that I..." His breath hitched, shaky even. He swallowed thickly and stood to his feet.
He now towered above your frame while he slowly turned to meet your (e/c) optics with his dark pupilless ones.
"-That I lust for more and more with every passing day."
Your heart throbbed as words you never believed you would hear left his lips.
One of his hands reached for your jaw, caressing it with his calloused thumbs while keeping his gaze on your face.
His touch was foreign but was quickly welcomed back into familiarity.
"I love you."
Words couldn't explain what you were feeling. He didn't ever say that phrase, he didn't believe it was necessary because you already knew that.
Illumi leaned down from his imposing height and for the first time in years, he placed a kiss on your lips. You wanted more, you wanted deeper but he pulled away quickly to your dismay.
"I loved you then and I love you more now." He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "And I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you."
His eyes shimmered, glossing over and he quickly removed his gaze while stepping away from your frame.
"Please dress comfortably and get some rest. We can talk...if you want tomorrow." He muttered while strutting to the bedroom door.
The sight of his frame getting farther away from yours had you breathe irregularly. You didn't want him to leave, no not after everything that had blown down.
"Illumi-" His steps halted. "-please stay. I don't want to be alone, I just want you here with me."
He inhaled audibly, his fingers twitching by his side before he reached for the doorknob.
"If I stay any longer I won't be able to resist ravaging every inch of your skin." His head turned so you could see his eyes...and you could read them.
You could see how a deep hunger was sealed down deep beneath. It was clawing, scraping, wailing for a way out, and for a moment he even looked predatorial.
"And that's six years of lust and desire I kept locked away for your safety."
Swallowing thickly, you shook your head and reached a hand towards him. "But I'm not glass; I beat death."
"Maybe, but I can't control myself. And you can't beat me."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
It was quiet today, the events that transpired last night almost seemed like a distant dream, but the bruises from his firm grip on your thighs were evidence enough.
You were still sort of in a daze, realizing how a lack of communication really separated the two of you for years.
Such a simple thing that should have come naturally was an issue you didn't really think needed to be resolved.
There was a fear in your heart that if you were to communicate your own issues it would anger or upset your husband.
But that was most likely one of the multitudes of reasons why your marriage has been rocky as such. The best thing you had to work on with each other was communication and verbalization.
It was certainly going to take some work from both of you.
"(Y/n)."
You nearly fell off the couch if you hadn't quickly stabilized yourself. Peeking behind the sofa it was a shock to see your husband entering the living room.
There wasn't even a clear memory in your head of the last time you witnessed him in places other than his office or your bedroom.
"Illumi!" You scrambled to your feet but the man shook his head as he set himself lightly on the cushion next to you.
The scent of his light cologne was being greedily devoured by your lungs. Before you could even say anything the man leaned down so his succulent lips were on yours.
This time you didn't let the opportunity go to waste. Your hands flung to his face to push him deeper into the kiss, desperately moving against his in a needy manner.
He responded just as eagerly with his hands reaching to hold your waist but only to pull himself away.
Your face burned like fire, lips aching for more.
Illumi hummed before breathing deeply. "Let's start with that." He stated, even quirking the corner of his lips into a coy grin.
"I'm not fragile, Illumi. I can handle my husband." You pressed but it only made the man shake his head.
"(Y/n), it's for your sake and my own." He replied, the grin growing. "An addict doesn't start off with the same dose's they used to do, you have to start off slow."
You huffed, crossing your arms under your chest and shifting your whole body to turn away from him on the couch.
"Well, I don't want to start off slow!"
The cushions rustled as he moved closer to your frame and pressed his chest against your back. His breath fanned the outer shell of your ear as you felt him chortle in his throat.
"Trust me..." A delicate hand reached for your neck and lightly traced down to your collarbone. "You'd want to start off slow with me."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Your definition of slow and his definition must be two very different things.
Now that he starting to put in the effort and acknowledge you more, there was nothing more you wanted other than to jump his bones.
But he was so careful of how long he kissed you, where he touched you. You knew he was trying to hold himself back you didn't want that.
He didn't need to, he needed to see that you weren't this porcelain doll he was too afraid to break. The man can't keep blaming himself for putting you through pregnancy and dying for some time.
The both of you needed to work through your issues and Illumi needed to be guided through it. Which is exactly why you wore that short skirt from the mall and a button-up shirt.
Your breast pressed against the fabric of your top with the first few buttons undone.
The skirt could barely hide your bottom that peaked through. The deep ebony-hued stockings couldn't have been any less eye-catching with the way your plush thighs spilled over them.
It's a good thing your dear son was out of his grandfather, you hoped it would be a while too.
Knocking on the door with the back of your fist you called out to your husband. He responded quietly, his gaze still on the laptop as you entered his office.
He hadn't seen your clothes yet, good.
Creeping close with slow tantalizing steps you reached around the desk and leaned against it with your bottom pressing into the edge.
Your husband glanced at your figure quickly before flinging his gaze back to your body. His long dexterous fingers halted above the keyboard and his head tilted to the side.
"(Y/n)?" He asked.
"Illumi." You replied and smiled at him with the most innocent grin you could present. "You know when we talked about how we needed to communicate better?"
The man swallowed thickly, his adam apple bobbing before he slowly nodded his head.
"Well-" Pushing off of the desk you forced yourself between his legs and leaned back on the table. His gaze followed up from your plush thighs and when you leaned back he caught a glimpse of your c*nt, a shimmering slick string connecting it to your inner leg.
"-I think you owe me a little something, don't you think?"
Your husband swallowed again while his shaky hands reached for your succulent thighs. He inhaled strenuously, his grip growing firmer.
"You're torturing me, my wife." He huffed.
You moved his laptop and heaved yourself up to sit on the desk. Once you rested on the steal surface you opened your legs to the man, allowing for him to witness your glimmering wet lower lips.
And when you reached down, two fingers spreading your slits apart so he could have a view of something he hadn't seen in years...it was all downhill from there.
Illumi pulled your body closer to the edge, your back flopping onto the surface of the table as his hands traveled up to the back of your knee.
The cool air against your exposed lower body permitted a shiver to run up your back. The exhilaration was flooding through your veins, your breathing already becoming irregular.
It was like you could feel a heartbeat in your cl*t with the way it throbbed and pulsated. Already you were feeling flustered, overwhelmed even.
This was the most interaction he's ever had with you in years and it was making your palms sweaty.
Your husband leaned down, his pupilless optics closing as he placed soft smooches around the inner parts of your thighs.
Each kiss grew closer to your c*nt; every sensation of his lips connecting with your skin went right to your cl*t.
You swallowed thickly, leaning upon your elbows to watch the man you love inch his way to the space between your legs.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
You were pushing his boundaries, teasing him, testing him until he couldn't hold back anymore and indulge in his desperate hunger.
He wanted to take things slow, but you weren't as patient as you once were. And because of that, you were unleashing a starved beast that was utterly obsessed with you.
It was to the point where you no longer were the one who instigated lustful renditions, and it was now your husband taking everything into his hands.
Literally.
A light sigh was drowned out by the music from your radio on the counter. Your gloved hands diligently grasped the next plate in the sink as you swayed smoothly to the music.
The air smelled of soap, bubbles covering the surface of plugged water that eagerly needed to be cleaned.
Your focus was solely on the sink until a presence was felt behind you. You were about to turn to face the figure until it pressed up against your back, and your husband's light cologne flooded your senses.
It was like you were melting in his hold, absolutely adoring any attention or affection he gave. His long arms wrapped around your stomach while his face hid in the crook of your neck.
"Good morning, my husband." You hummed aloud and returned your attention to the dishes. You grabbed another with your yellow-gloved hands and reached for the sponge. "Did you sleep well?"
The man huffed, tightening his hold and letting his succulent lips press along the smooth skin of your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, becoming distracted slightly from even the slightest bit of attention from the handsome midnight-haired male.
"Is Xenon with your father?" You sought, attempting to sway your debauched thoughts, but it was far more difficult as the man let his hand wander and snake behind your tan apron.
His cold nimble fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. "Grandfather took him this time." He uttered, his silky hair tickling your neck.
"Did he?" Your reply was rhetorical as you reached for a bowl you used to bake cupcakes for your son.
Illumi didn't speak; instead, his hands crept under your shirt and immediately caressed your bare stomach.
Your teeth clenched, the grip on the bowl growing firmer from the sudden sensation. "You're so warm." He mused in your ear, his voice only a whisper.
You didn't respond; instead, you stood silently and allowed for your husband to follow his fingers along the scar from Xenon's birth.
His lips touched just below your ear as he trailed small kisses up the side of your face. "How warm do you think you would be if my hands reached lower?"
Oh, he was the one starting things this time.
Too distracted from his words your husband didn't wait for a reply and instead removed one of his hands from your shirt to reach under the long skirt.
His calloused finger trips trailed up your inner thigh, brushing against bruises and contusions from his earlier 'play time'.
He wouldn't stop attempting to make it up to you one night after he marked your skin so woefully dark. The man had lost himself the other night, unable to control how hard he wanted to hold you and how desperate he was to cover your skin in his markings.
Apologies rolled off his tongue like one would do as if caught being naughty. He berated himself for losing control and wouldn't even look you in the eye until you smacked his head.
You reassured him with many words, kisses, and tender caresses until he could look at you again.
"They're becoming lighter and soon will be gone." You stated, scrubbing another dirty dish to hide the grin on your lips. "I wouldn't mind if you were to add more once they fade..."
His fingertips ceased their movements from your words, his breathing suddenly shifting to become more audible until you felt a grumble reverberate off his chest.
"I might lose control again." He replied, resuming the stroking of his fingers upwards until the pads of his extremities brushed against your clothed cl*t.
You clenched over nothing, stomach tensing against his other hand as you swallowed. "What if that is what I want?" You teased.
Illumi's breathing grew ragged as if he was already beginning to lose his self-constraint.
"Then I would have to say you're a bit of a fool, my wife." He kissed just below your jaw. "Holding back is the only way I can keep from really hurting you."
Your lips parted to reply and instead of words leaving your mouth, a satisfied sigh did. His fingers had pushed aside your bottom undergarments and grazed against your slickened folds.
"I only want for you to feel good. I owe it to you after all." He whispered as he pressed and prodded against your hole before entering his cool fingers tenderly.
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
It has been a while, some months that passed since the two of you had finally revealed your issues and insecurities to each other.
You both had been working through it together and even engaging in tender touches that lead to only you reaching your climaxes.
However, you wanted more than just his mouth or fingers. You wanted all of him, everything he had to offer.
But he was still afraid to drive so far, to really let himself go and be one with your body once again. You didn't know how to get him to just f*ck you, but there was an idea you were unsure was going to work.
Knocking on the man's office door you didn't even wait for a response and instead let yourself in.
Illumi glanced up from a packet in his hand before shaking his head, the faintest smile gracing his lips and already making your cl*t throb.
"I would like to talk to you about something." You expressed, smiling at his figure.
He leaned back in his swivel chair and clasped his fingers together on his lap. "What is it, my wife?"
Communication has been better.
You skipped slightly to his desk, angling forward on the surface and holding your head in your hands. It was difficult to keep the grin off your lips and ultimately, you failed.
"I want you to hurt me."
Even if the man's normal expression was one of blankness, he now appeared visibly dumbfounded. "What?" His words were slightly above a whisper.
You couldn't help but release a bout of laughter from his response and tilt up so you were thoroughly standing straight.
"Not in the way you think, silly. I want you to stop holding back. I want you to just f*ck me already."
The man pursed his pale lips tightly together, his thin brows visibly furrowing as he appeared deep in thought.
You twiddled your fingers together and swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet.
"(Y/n), you know how I feel." He replied after a moment of hesitation.
His words made you wrinkle your nose and grimace visibly. Without thinking, your hand came down on the surface of his table as the other pointed an accusing finger at the male.
"I want you to f*ck me raw like when we were younger. When you would hold me down by the throat and make me look like a dumb b*tch in heat!"
There was no holding back now; there shouldn't be. The agreement between the two of you was that you would work on communication, and if there was something really bothering you, then there should be no fear of speaking your minds.
It was silent in his office, not a sound but your beating hearts.
Illumi's gaze fell from your flustered expression to the golden band on his ring finger. He was once again in deep thought.
"I don't want what happened before to happen again, (Y/n). I don't want to see you go through the pain, your death again."
You groaned aloud and shook your head. "I may be a fat f*ck but that doesn't mean I can't beat death again. I have too much to live for."
He sighed, one of his hands reaching for your face and caressing your bottom lip. "What did I say about calling yourself things like that?" He sought, voice hard and stern.
Before you could respond that hand on your cheek let itself make its way to your throat where he squeezed.
Immediately you inhaled shakily but the feeling of the pressure on your larynx had you just about become a puddle on his desk.
"Let's play a game, Illumi."
The man raised an eyebrow for a moment before releasing your throat much to your dismay. "What kind of game?"
Shrugging your shoulders obtusely, you turned your attention to his desk, mindlessly drawing circles on its frigid surface.
"See, I'm going to start running and you know that I'm serious if I'm running."
Your husband chortled in his throat and you couldn't help but smile at his response.
"I get to have a five-minute start where I try to find somewhere to hide. If you can find me - and catch me - within ten minutes after my head start we get to have a safe word and you can stop at any moment since you're so scared about hurting me-"
Illumi rolled his eyes at the last part.
"-But if it takes longer than ten minutes - even if it's just a second or two - You get to give me what I want and that's just raw animalistic f*cking until I can't even think anymore."
Your husband wasn't stupid, he knew why you offered the game. He was cruel, a hunter, and when he hunts he loses himself to his sadistic tendencies.
Everything in him would become heightened and his self-control would be almost non-existent. You knew him well and knew what to do to get what you wanted.
So if this is your game he'll play, humor you even but he won't give in so easily.
"Okay." He nodded his head in agreement before standing to his feet. His 6'1 (185 cm) figure towered over you as he hid his pale hands in his black slacks. "I'll play, but don't think you're going to get the outcome you want."
Your tongue swept along your bottom lip as you reached forward to his collar and yanked him down to your height.
"I'm tired of you underestimating me, Illumi. No nen or ren to detect me, that would be cheating. And I'll know if you're cheating. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now, would you?"
The man raised his arched eyebrows, not used to your straightforwardness but undoubtedly up for your challenge.
He leaned forward so his noise briefly brushed against yours. "Disappoint my wife?" His lips quirked into a coy grin. "Never."
Removing the gap between your faces you let his lips meet yours and pulled him into such a needy kiss. He responded just as desperate and reached for your waist but before he could touch you, you released his lips and his shirt.
His expression was one of slight disappointment as you merely giggled at him.
"See you soon, my husband." You crooned lightly.
"In five minutes, my dear." He responded.
Halting with your hands on the doorknob, you turned back to him and waved. "Make that fifteen."
"We'll see."
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
Oh, you hate f*cking running.
But you loved the adrenaline that was coursing through your veins at the moment. The exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of fear making your head dizzy.
Either way whatever was the result of this chase you were going to have some fun. Especially with The Zoldyck family taking Xenon on his first assassination mission.
You prepared for this game and weren't going to allow your husband to win. Not when the thought of his toned his hips utilizing every prominent muscle of his lower body to plunge deep inside of you.
Giddily you skipped down the stairs of your wing and ran past the laundry room. A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed three minutes had already passed.
Two minutes.
You had only two minutes until your grace period would be over. A hundred and twenty seconds until the man began his hunt.
God(s) you were scared but so absolutely zealous.
It was like you were hot under the skin with how warm you felt. Your hair was already sticking to the back of your neck, heat radiating off of your thighs that rubbed together with every step.
A shower after being made a complete f*cking mess would be such a nice idea. Soothing your muscles, aiding the aches in your limbs and joints.
Dodging a low hanging light you squeezed through a slim hallway and made yourself finally reach the other wing all the way on the other side of Kukuroo Mountain.
The sudden sensation of Illumi's ren spiking before dispersing into nothing made your throat tighten.
Two minutes were up.
He was on the hunt, and he wanted you to know he was starting.
Now began the countdown of ten minutes. You had nine minutes and 59 seconds to evade his capture.
You didn't want that safe word, you didn't want for him to have the ability to stop when he felt like he was taking things too far.
It was time to get him back to how he used to be.
Illumi knew you weren't stupid enough to hide in your personalized wing so he had at least four other separate wings to check.
it was like a clock was ticking in your head with every passing second. It was haunting, terrifying but also exhilarating.
You didn't know if you should find somewhere to hide or just keep moving to avoid getting caught in one place.
There was a faint thump in the background that had your heart leap into your throat. Your breathing halted for a moment, everything becoming absolutely silent with the golden glow of the lowering sun drifting through the window.
Do you move?
Do you run?
Do you hide?
The faint thump sounded as if it was closer to your frame. You had to do something other than just stand frozen in the middle of a hall.
A ticking noise from a clock gained your attention. Your head snapped to its place on the wall and you estimated how much time had passed.
Seven minutes and twenty seconds left.
Dammit, only four minutes had just barely passed. Six minutes left. Just six minutes until you can win the game.
The closes door was on your left and you had to choose what to do. Glancing behind you one last time you quietly turned the diamond knob and crept inside the darkroom.
Slowly but cautiously, you shut it behind you, your heart thumping its music in your ears. You directed your attention to the darkness of the room.
It stank of metal, like iron and it made your nose tingle inside. Turning on the light switch would be detrimental; the light would reveal through the sides of the door, obviously.
Inhaling profoundly, you attempted to breathe in more than just the smell of iron. There had to be more. You weren't someone with inhuman senses like Gon or Killua but you had to try your best.
The odor, there was something else...something very faint. It was masked by the metallic undertone but it was there.
It smelled sweet and salty...like chips.
Coming to the realization of the smell you knew only one room in the mansion had this odor. You were in Milluki's rooms.
"F*ck!" You hissed under your breath and just as you whispered it faint light erupted from the dark corner of the bedroom.
Milluki's fat face was illuminated hauntingly by the computer light, his coy grin making your stomach sink.
"(Y/n), (Y/n)...What is a married woman doing barging into my room?" He teased, leaning back in his swivel chair.
Your mouth felt dry, half due to your running and the other half due to the fact the most immature Zoldyck son just had to catch you.
"Listen, Milluki." You hissed under your breath and stepped forward, your face glowering with your lips twitching into a sneer. "Don't you dare call him out, okay?"
The second oldest obviously knew what was going on; he kept track of the cameras in the other wings. You destroyed all the ones he tried to set up in your's and Illumi's part of the mansion.
"Why not?" He pressed, his arms crossing over his chest. "What's in it for me?"
'Selfish piece of sh*t!'
Illumi's ren flared...he was riled. You glanced at the electric clock on his desk.
Three minutes left.
Your husband must be slightly anxious now. Three minutes weren't long, but they also weren't that short either.
"What do you want? I don't have much to offer." You stated and the twenty-year-old nodded his head in understanding.
"You're right." He agreed while facing a palm to the ceiling. "But your husband has much much more to offer."
You pressed your lips tightly together. It wasn't your right to give off whatever was part of your husband's assets but...you'll find a way to make it up to him.
Illumi's ren flared; only a minute and a half left.
"Okay, okay! What do you want?"
Milluki didn't say anything, instead, he reached under his desk and flicked a switch. A latch puffed up from the floor, a visible white wisp leaking from the space.
He turned his gaze back to his computer before reaching for a manga. "We'll talk about it after he finishes rearranging your organs."
Heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment sticking to every part of your thoughts. "Milluki!"
Illumi's ren was too close for comfort.
The second oldest son shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Come on, (Y/n). With a body like that, you look like you'd want-"
Your hands scrunched his fat cheeks to shut him up. "I'm not an assassin like this family nor a killer but-" You squeezed his cheeks harder, permitting a sudden cry from him. "-I'll rip your balls off if you talk about my body like that."
He nodded his head quickly, sweating which made you abruptly rip your hands off of his face. You skidded over to the latch and lifted it up to see the entrance to its dim dungeon-like basement.
Milluki wiped his forehead before returning his gaze to his forgotten manga. "He might kill you with his di-"
"I'll kill you with my fist if you don't shut up." You interjected as you carefully lowered down its metal ladder.
The man simply waved his hand nonchalantly before flicking the switch again and the small square platform closed and sealed to hide the hidden entrance beneath.
You managed to gain some distance now, less than a minute should be left. Almost giddily you ran down the corridor of the basement, its hall appearing never-ending as you passed rooms with steel bars.
Just a little longer, you're almost there.
You're going to win! You're going to beat Illumi! The smile couldn't be wiped from your face even if you tried.
A door was coming into view, the main door to the basement. It led to the middle of the mansion and Illumi must still be on Milluki's far side.
Or that's at least what you thought until the cellar suddenly dropped in degrees. Sweat that glistened on your visible skin chilled from the presence of your husband's intense ren.
Run
Your skipping shifted into full-blown hauling a** as you realized he was down here with you.
No! NO!
You were already exhausted, your limbs aching from the exertion you were most definitely not used to. But you pushed them regardless of the burn in your muscles.
The chase was exciting but terrifying. You would say this was the most fun you've had since Hisoka took you out into town.
And when you could hear his sudden footsteps growing closer, you nearly screamed.
"(Y/n)."
His voice was so cold it felt as they were attempting to freeze your limbs solid to immobilize you. You swallowed, the saliva irritating your already dry and itchy throat from the constant running.
"Come here."
He commanded, his voice closer this time but it was overtaken by the raging palpations of your heart in your eardrums.
"Don't run from me."
He had to be right on your heels, suffocating you with his ren that you could barely even breathe.
That was playing dirty.
The door, the door was right there! You reached for it, choking slightly on the lack of air and the only sound that broke through your beating heart was the ringing of an alarm.
One of his hands grasped your wrist before It was like a flash of light, your hearing buzzing as white danced through your vision.
The sensation of coming down from the high of the chase was overwhelming. You had to shut your eyes and attempt to focus but the desperate need for air was stealing all of your attention.
Rise and fall
In and out
Slowly but surely it didn't take long for everything to begin returning back to you. The sound of your ragged breathing was first and it wasn't just yours either.
Illumi's was just barely audible but you could hear it, the strain in the back of his throat. Next was your touch, cooled marble underneath your figure that was greedily honored for your burning body.
Finally, your sight had returned. Opening your eyelids gradually the form of your husband was the first thing you could see.
Your body rested on the floor with the man caging his hands by your head, your hands unconsciously gripping his wrist for support.
"Illumi-" He ceased your speech by closing the gap and connecting his lips with yours. You didn't even hesitate to respond, desperately pressing into him deeply.
You let out a delighted hum, relishing the way his lips moved along yours and his tongue nudging his way into your mouth.
"You won." He murmured against your face when he finally pulled away for air. "You beat me?"
He sounded almost bewildered by the fact and it brought a grin to your lips. "What did I say about underestimating me?" You teased under your breath.
His expression was blank, his wide eyes unreadable for a moment before something flashed into the dark voids of his iris'.
Your mouth parted to speak but instead, you gasped when one of his hands took its place on your throat.
Illumi's chilled palm pressed along your larynx, the pads of his calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your neck.
A shaky breath was exhaled from your lungs as your optics widened. The pressure, his sudden aggressive action all went straight to your cl*t.
"You earned it, you deserve it." He mussed, the silky strands of his hair cascaded down by your head like a smooth waterfall.
"So I'll f*ck you until you can't think straight."
His grip grew tighter.
"I'll make it so you can't even breathe anymore."
He brought his face closer to yours.
"You're going to look like a mess swathed in tears and my c*m."
Illumi blessed you with a rare grin.
"You got me all riled up just so I could drill inside mercilessly."
You didn't speak, you couldn't as the lack of oxygen created dancing voidness across your vision. Laying limply was your figure only a second longer before he removed his hand from your throat.
Immediately you took the chance to inhale air greedily and cough clamorously. He didn't give you much of an opportunity to recover as your body was flung over his shoulder.
Flaccidly you hung, the strength to fight back or react stolen from your limbs. It felt as if only seconds passed until the familiar setting of your bedroom appeared before your vision.
Your back had connected against your mattress, your pants being ferociously removed along with your lower undergarment.
You were being manhandled, treated like a ragdoll as he worked to remove every other clothing item that shielded your deliciously succulent frame from his gaze.
You liked that. You liked it a lot.
His movements were frantic, barbaric as if your naked body would give him the air he so hopelessly needed.
Illumi's hands left your body only for a moment so he could be just as bare, just as vulnerable. Through half-lidded eyes, you admired his tone and muscled abdomen.
Of course, your gaze dropped lower to his crotch and you soaked in the sight of his meaty length.
"Yes, oh yes, please!" You pleaded, already chiming like a harlot.
He gripped the back of your knees and yanked your body so your bottom just barely hung over the edge.
The action made you clench over nothing. One of his hands released your leg so he could reach down and lift his c*ck and place it on your stomach.
His pelvis met yours as the two of you observed the way his fatty tip stopped just above your navel.
The weight of his extremity, the heat of it had you almost climax on the spot. It had been so long since you saw it and it looked just as pretty as you remembered.
Lengthy, it could reach the deepest parts inside of you with little to no effort and having you writhing beneath him.
His tip was wide, fat, corresponding with his girth that had you holding it with two hands when you desired to suck him down your throat.
God(s), you love him so much and his c*ck that had your legs quivering for days.
Illumi hummed at your debauched expression, his wide pupilless optics now half-lidded with the lack of self-control.
"Look at you." He announced with the dreary cold tone to his voice nonexistent. It was breathy, course, and deeper than usual. "You like looking at my c*ck, hmm?"
You nodded your head without hesitation however that didn't seem to be the right response. He reached down to your hair, tugging your head back to reveal your bare throat to him.
The pain shot through your scalp but the sensation didn't hurt. No, it just made you even more insatiable for your husband.
"I want to hear you speak (Y/n). If I say something you answer me with those pretty lips."
You grinned, rolling your hips so you could grind against the hardened c*ck that rested above it. "You think I'm pretty~?" You sought with a breathy voice.
His hand on the back of your knee tightened.
"I'll answer when you're stuffed full of my c*m."
You squealed giddily and reached down to his length but he released your hair so he could snatch your wrist. He pinned it above your head while his other hand latched onto his cock and pressed the dripping head at your entrance.
It took everything in you not to grind against the tip.
He pressed and prodded it, just barely stretching your hole until he drove in with no remorse. Your (e/c)'s eyes widened, a gasp stuck in your throat as an arch formed in your spine.
The stretch hurt, you were wet enough but the size of him required your walls to stretch to remold around his veiny c*ck.
The pain had you quivering, eyes glazing over with tears. The sight had your husband's hold on your wrist slacken, a pang of guilt arising in his eyes.
At the sight, you furrowed your brows and reached upwards to yank on some strands of silky midnight locks.
"Do not dare look at me like that, Illumi." You seethed. "I won so f*ck me like you don't care! Make it hurt, make it hurt so good that I'm begging for more."
Like a switch flipping, the slightest acknowledgment of guilt was gone and all you could see was primal desire.
He released your wrist only to slap his hand over your mouth and shove your head into the mattress. Your husband gripped your left thigh, pressing it down against your chest so he could visibly observe your c*nt.
When he drove his hips back so his c*ck could pull away from the warm depths of your body, your lips could be seen holding him down as if begging him to never go.
He liked that.
The force he used to rock back into you had your whole body jolting on the bed. You cried, wailing audible but muffled under his hand from the forceful thrust.
It hurt so good.
Like the sadistic man he is, he f*cked you as if you were nothing. Plunging himself so deeply that he brushed against every sensitive spot inside and reached your cervix.
His trapezius muscles flexed as he thrust so heavily violent, the arch in your back developing greater.
Your whines and pleads of pleasure were incoherent, vibrating against his cool palm with saliva already dripping from the corner of your lips.
His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. He beat into you as if he owned you.
"Can't even focus, huh? Lookin already dazed, my wife."
Your abdomen tingled, stomach tensing as your climax already began to approach. You knew you should have lasted longer but when he was drilling into you so carelessly as you've always wanted...well how could you not c*m so quickly.
The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck kissed the barrier with heavy thrust.
Your insides that were being gripped down on his member, walls fitting tighter around him so perfectly, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.
The ridges were a bout of added pleasure that you were obsessed with. They skimmed effortlessly along with the tender areas that had you squirming, quivering, just about c*mming on his d*ck.
You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. As if you never wanted to let him go and keep him all to yourself.
The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his pelvis forward he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.
There was so much of him left, so much that wanted to be in you but couldn't due to the barrier deep inside. It enranged him.
He desired for all of himself to be inside, clenched by velvety walls, burning from your warmth inside.
So, he took his sudden anger out on you and drove harder inside instead.
"Ah~!" The scream was hoarse, broken under his hands as your eyes rolled back inside your head. You clamped down so firmly on him that his hips quivered and jerked for a moment.
The tingling in your abdomen grew intense before it flushed through every nerve inside your body. Your insides were fluttering, tensing up all nice and tight.
It was a wave of ecstasy and euphoria that blanketed your mind.
You couldn't even speak, or think as you felt your walls pulsate to the beat of your ragged heart.
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. The free leg that wasn't being held down slammed against his side, pressing into him as you threw your head back into the mattress.
"C*mming already?" He sought. "Can't handle a little force huh?"
You could only whimper, jolting from the oversensitive from his c*ck that continued to be drilled inside unremorsefully.
His fingers gripped below your jaw and forced your dazed expression to face him.
"Hey, Hey. Speak so I know when you're too f*cked to produce coherent words."
You swallowed strenuously, having to force yourself to focus and think of something to say back.
"Illumi~." You sang his name like a breathless hymn and reached for his wrist, digging your nails into his flesh that you were sure you'd reach the bone.
The man grunted in acknowledgment and switched his hold to be grasping your throat. He pressed down firmly, removing the ability to breathe comfortably as you sucked in air helplessly.
Your hips bucked upwards, tears glazing over as the inner corner of your eyes burned from the bliss.
Choked moans and mewls along with the wet squishing noise of his crotch barely meeting yours echoed in the bedroom.
Your free leg dropped onto the bed, your body becoming limp from how high the choking made you feel.
"Going limp on my d*ck already? Should I f*ck you unconscious and drive so deep until you wake up again?"
You struggled to speak against his hand but the male rose his arched brows, pretending like he heard a legible response.
Drool dribbled down your chin and trailed down your jaw, your teeth clenching into each other as you barely had any strength to hold his wrist.
Your body coated itself in sweat in an attempt to cool down. Hair stuck to your face, neck, and any possible slicked skin that it could touch.
The lack of air made everything twice as sensitive, it compelled all your senses to push into overdrive.
Illumi's hand that applied pressure on your larynx ached but you wanted more. You wanted harder even though your vision was blurring, darkened voids takings their place over the sight of your husband.
Right before the apex of your choking could lead you into unconsciousness he released your throat. You inhaled sharply, devouring proper air that had your stomach tingle intensely once again.
Your husband brushed his thumb tenderly over your swollen bottom lip only for a moment. That tenderness was quickly removed as he planted his open hand on the side of your face and drove it down harshly into the mattress.
The force, the aggression, it wasn't long until the tingling grew far more intense. It had you quivering, crying as you wailed and whimpered.
Tears and drool glistened on the skin of your face, such a pretty sight for your husband.
"You're so needy. You want to c*m again, don't you?" He questioned. You didn't respond, his words were taking a moment to register in your head.
The lack of response had the male scowl. His hips jutted forward so he could press so deeply inside that his tip did more than just kiss the entrance to your womb.
"F-F*ck!" You cursed under your breath.
"Talk, (Y/n)! Don't disobey your husband now."
Your teeth chattered against each other, your lids flickering open and closed. Barely even focusing your gaze on the sweaty built frame of your husband had your expression one of absolute daze.
"Please." You could barely even squeeze the words out. "Please let me c*m. I-I need to c*m so bad it h-hurts!"
"Oh?" He expressed lightly. "So you can speak still."
The ache in your neck throbbed from how he forced your head to the side but you welcomed it with open arms.
This was everything you wanted, everything you've been craving for years.
Both of his hands dropped to your hip and pressed his fingertips into your skin which was soon accompanied by his nails.
The hold allowed for him to not only just rut into you but also guide your lower body to meet every heavy forceful thrust.
You tightened, memorizing where the thickest vein to the thinnest rubbed against your walls around him. The man swallowed thickly, rolling his eyes slightly in the back of his head as his c*ck twitched inside.
He was close to his end, pulsating with every thrust and rut that matched your guided hips.
"F*ck. I'm going to c*m and you're going to take it all like a good little wife, right?"
You nodded eagerly and reached for the back of your thighs to pull your legs wider open.
Illumi groaned, the vein on his neck throbbing as he audibly huffed. "You better not let a single drop seep out. All of it, every single f*cking drop better stay inside your greedy f*cking c*nt."
He tilted his head to the side, his midnight hair sticking to his broad back and shoulders. "You hear me?"
"Y-Yes."
"That's what I like to hear."
It didn't take much longer for you to reach another orgasm. The tight tingling sensation in your lower abdomen pulsated and throbbed before it all flushed through your system.
Only choked gasps and whimpering left your lips as your stomach flexed and contracted due to the pressure.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on it every time he had pulled out and drilled back in.
Reaching the very peak of your ecstasy it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure coursed throughout your veins as adrenaline would, with eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.
You saw white with your hearing abruptly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was your husband's muffled grunts and groans above you.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight on your hips.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
"Look at the mess your making on yourself, darling."
So tight, so firm you clenched around his c*ck and that was all he need to finally reach his own release. His abdomen tensed and tingled, contracting as the ecstasy burst through his veins.
You could feel him twitching, throbbing inside of you. He swelled up nicely as his balls tensed. His seed flooded through his c*ck before it finally released through the tip.
Illumi's c*ck that brushed against the entrance of your womb had now kissed it stiffly, a spray of his heated liquid pouring into it.
"Take it, take it all like the greedy little wife you are."
Your teeth clenched down at the sensation, gripping over him to draw every bit of his seed into you.
His hips jerk, the angle of your bottom allowing for every hearty spurt of his seed to drip and gush into your womb and stay there.
The man was greedy, desiring for everything that came from him to coat your insides and pool within the very deep sensitive area of your body.
Your body sucked and gripped down on him, begging for every last drop from his sturdy balls that pressed firmly against your bottom.
"F*ck." His own voice cracked, eyes shutting tightly from one of his strongest climaxes to ever ripple through his veins.
The both of you were breathing heavily, chest falling and rising rapidly with the weight of exhaustion taking over. It hurt to keep your eyes open, the weariness from the chase and the very rough intercourse had drained you of all energy.
"(Y/n), hey." He slapped your face lightly to you wake you. You groaned, swallowing saliva to ease the itchiness in the back of your throat.
Your husband slowly removed himself from inside, observing the way his slightly pink c*ck now shimmered in your glistening mixed climaxes.
When he was fully out it wasn't long before his c*m was attempting to leak out of your used and abused hole.
"What did I say, (Y/n)." There was an undertone of vexation. "Keep it all inside. Keep all of me inside or I swear I'm f*cking you stupid."
You had no strength, absolutely exhausted. You couldn't do it, it wasn't possible. Attempting to keep the thick liquid inside was a challenge you already failed from the start.
There was so much that he had held back, so much pent up that when he reached his climax he couldn't help but paint your insides white and fill it with his overwhelming amount of seed.
So when your husband witnessed the smallest stream escape your hole and dribble down your bottom... his hands were back on your body.
Illumi grasped your flaccid limbs and lifted you up onto your feet. You couldn't stand, already falling over from the ache in your thighs but he held you up by your throat.
He bore a seat on the bed where you once were and laid your body over his lap. Your breast hanging over the edge of his thigh with your bottom resting in the air, your legs quivering.
"You want to disobey me right? You want to defy your husband and ignore what he tells you?"
You shook your head at his words and whispered out a weak 'no'.
The man let a large hand reach down to your bottom, caressing the thickness before digging the pads of his calloused fingertips into your warm flesh.
His gaze turned over to your backside and grasped both of your bottoms, spreading apart your cheeks so your c*nt lips could flare open.
More of his seed dripped out, cascading down your warm thighs and sticking to your skin.
He observed it intently, his expression stoic for a moment before his arched brows furrowed.
"My wife needs to learn her lesson, yes?"
A shiver ran up your bare spine, dispositions of potential outcomes danced through your head. What do you say? What do you do?
You didn't know, only rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction and subdue that returning heartbeat in your cl*t.
Abruptly one of his hands came down upon one of your bottom cheeks, his hand opened with full contact on your skin.
"Ah!" You wailed out audibly, the burning of the corner of your eyes starting as it glazed over with tears.
Your a** jiggled, your thighs rippling from the force as you push your bottom up unconsciously. Throbbing stinging pain flushed through your skin and spread down your legs.
"You still don't answer me? Did I f*ck you stupid already?" He sought, the rumbling of his speech felt against your side that pressed on his chest.
Swallowing thickly you reached over to the bed to dig your nails into the soft cushion. "N-No." It was barely above a whisper.
His open hand came down on the opposite cheek, this time harder and more forceful. The gasp halted in your throat, your whole body jolting from the violent might of his slap.
"Who do you think you're talking to!? You better speak louder!?"
Your bottom began to ache, throbbing as heat rushed to the spanked skin. It made your cl*t throb, the force, how treated you like a ragdoll, throwing you around and holding you down.
There was no denying that you liked it. Becoming even more turned on with every domineering slap that hurt so good.
"Y-Yes! God(s), please Illumi."
The man dragged his fingers down your thighs with feather-like touches up and down until he reached dripping c*nt.
He gave you no preparation or warning as two of his fingers drove into your c*m filled inside and passed downwards against your bladder.
You clenched so tightly, spasm almost from the overstimulation. One of your hands gripped onto his thighs and you attempted to remove yourself from over his lap but it was futile.
He gripped the back of your neck and forced your head down, essentially keeping your body over his lap as he began pumping his fingers inside.
His chilled long nimble fingers reached deep and grazed over the stimulants inside. Your hips were bucking, body spams as you cried and wailed.
"You're so pretty." He complimented, squeezing his fingers over the back of your neck while driving his fingers harder.
Illumi leaned down for a moment to kiss the middle of your back, his cold lips a soothing touch on your burning skin.
"So f*cking pretty I lose my mind." He huffed, almost overwhelmed by your quivering form on his lap.
For a moment he removed his drenched fingers and slammed them down on your heated cheeks. You screamed, eyes rolling back in your head as hit your other cheek with an open hand.
Two...three...four, he hit you four times with intense force before resuming his fingers place back inside. Your stomach was tingling, your org*sm reaching closer and bringing you closer to the edge.
"Desperate, desperate you are getting off on being hit. I can feel how close you are, it's funny."
You pressed your stomach more into his lap, back arching as your hips swayed from the overstimulation.
The tingling grew more intense, spreading across your abdomen as adrenaline coursed through your veins.
Removing his fingers from inside he grasped your hair, throwing your head back as his other hand forced your body upwards.
He guided your body hurridly to be straddling his lap, the tip of his leaking c*ck at your sopping wet entrance.
Your husband was quick to plunge inside again so your org*sm couldn't dissipate. He reached so far inside, your walls spamming as they worked to stretch and form around him again.
Pressing your sweaty chest against him, hands flew to his shoulders where you dug your nails into his pale flesh.
Illumi griped your hip, fingers driving into your plump skin so he could use his strength and guide your body to bounce on him.
Quicker, faster his c*ck pounding inside that pressed against the entrance to your womb was bringing your climax closer at a rapid rate.
Your husband tugged on your hair and forced your head back so your throat was open to him. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your skin, sucking, marking it all with contusions and love bites.
You couldn't help but smile. Ecstasy and euphoria were infused with every nerve inside of your body. This was exactly what you wanted.
Illumi manhandled your body, throwing you around, and doing whatever he wanted. The chase had heightened every one of his senses and slowly broke his self-control.
If you hadn't won he wouldn't be like this. He wouldn't just be treating you like a f*ck toy and abusing his strength over yours.
You loved it, you loved it all.
With his fat c*ck brushing against the stimulants inside, driving in so deeply, it was all you needed to release for the third time.
Your lips parted as you shakily inhaled. You drew blood from his shoulders while pressing against his chest.
Rolling your eyes back into your head your lids flickered. Your walls tightened and squeezed, convulsing around his pounding c*ck.
"You look so f*cking pretty c*mming on my c*ck." He breathed against your skin, pulling back so he could fully see your debauched expression.
The creamy liquids of your org*sm milked his length, drenching his pubic hair and dripping down your thighs.
Your walls fluttered, coursing through every vein and boiling the blood below your skin. Sucking and goading him for more.
You were shaking with your whole body trembling above him. It didn't take long for Illumi to move you once again.
He lifted your succulent body with his firm hands and flopped your frame on your left side on the bed. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed while holding your right thigh open to reveal your c*nt to him.
Aggressively he plunged inside and held your lifted leg over his arm as both hands held onto your curved waist.
You unconsciously ground against him, back stretching as you reached behind your frame to grip the bedsheets drenched in your sweat.
With every prominent thrust of his hips, he made your a** jiggle and ripple. He hummed blissfully, his pupilless optics keeping their gaze on your plush bottom.
He stroked so deeply, so profoundly as he lost himself in the wet warmth of your insides. He couldn't get enough of the whole rendition.
Your moans and mewls were encouragement. Rippling bruised cheeks from his spankings fueled him harder.
He was close again, stomach tingling and balls tensing. The thoughts of spilling into you again were what he needed to grip so tightly he bruised your skin.
His perfectly straightened teeth ground against each other as they felt his stomach start to contract and tense.
"I'm going to c*m again and this time you'll listen to me right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he spoke again. "Be the little vixen you are and suck it all from me. Hold it in as if your life depends on it."
At the moment he mostly meant that last part.
By now you most definitely couldn't produce any words. Your throat was raw from moaning and ached from the dryness of your esophagus.
(e/c) optics rolled back into your head, eyelids barely able to keep open as your husband swelled inside of you once again.
His c*ck was felt twitching inside your clenching walls, molded around him in a tight hold that was constraining.
You were eager to feel the sensation of his seed filling into your womb and Illumi was just as impatient to give you what you wanted.
The man's hips jerked upwards, the tip of his member kissing your cervix as his body finally released and he was met with his climax.
He inhaled audibly, grunting aloud and calling out your name in an almost desperate plea.
Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.
Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.
He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.
Almost frantically he captured your lips again while surrounding your torso with his long muscular arms.
Illumi held you tightly to his chest, desperately attempting to be closer to you both physically and spiritually. No matter how much he could press your body against his it never felt enough.
"I love you." He murmured in your ear, placing much softer smooches below your ear. "I must apologize if I went too far.
You shook your head blissfully and weekly rested a hand atop his head. "I love you too. And I don't think I require an apology tonight, my husband."
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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔
You could taste the sweetness of his chapstick on his lips, your tongue sweeping across his for a moment before pulling back to swallow the saliva in your mouth.
Gojo's smug smirk was ever so prominent on his handsome face. That cockiness obviously displayed in his azure star-filled optics.
The skin on your posterior felt frigid against the bathroom mirror, with no help from the backless creme top you wore for the party.
However, warmth spread across your flesh, your nerves tingling every time Gojo's hand caressed your thighs.
Featherlike touches stroke your legs in an insinuating manner, pushing your carmine-hued skirt up.
"Satoru, down boy." You breathed, your hands trailing down from his shoulders to his wrist, where you stopped him from moving farther up. "They're gonna know we're being naughty if I don't return soon."
The male shook his head, his Lilia-colored hair brushing against your forehead as a pout formed on his lips.
"Come on~." He hummed, tightening his hold on your leg and pulling you closer to the edge of the counter so you could press against his crotch. "Just a quickie, please~."
A laugh reverberated from your throat while you shook your head. "Stop it, you horndog. You can wait till after the party is over."
"But you're so pretty~! And this is more fun! So shameful; doesn't it make your heart race how we could get caught with that door unlocked?" He added, pushing his hands higher against your hold and grasping the strings of your underwear.
"Satoru." You warned.
His lips formed into a pout as he fluttered his Lila-hued lashes. "(Y/n)." He mimicked your tone but in a more playful manner.
"I'm serious; You can wait."
Your boyfriend groaned, huffing like a spoiled child that was told no. You expected his hands to release your body, but instead, he lifted your hips up slightly to remove your (f/c) undergarment.
"H-Hey!"
He merely raised it by his head, carefully examining the apparel before stuffing it into the pocket of his black slacks.
"Since you're making me wait, you don't get to wear anything underneath that skirt." His grin was smug, and the sight made you roll your eyes. "Now be a good girl, and put back on your tights-"
Gojo leaned forward, his lips by your ears. "-and don't even think about putting anything else on when we join the group."
He pulled away; his smile would seem innocent if it were not for what he just informed you. He hesitated for a moment before stepping back and allowing you to place your feet on the ground.
"You kinky b*stard." You muttered, laughing at the end lightly. The male hummed while his nimble fingers grasped your tights and handed them to you.
A glint was seen in the man's optics, bright and radiant. "Oh, you have no idea."
His words made you squint your eyes and pucker your lips. You've been with the arrogant man for a good four-five years.
There wasn't much you didn't know about him, especially when he was rather fond of speaking about himself...and not ceasing.
"Whatever you say."
Finally, you had placed your tights over your bottom and headed over to the bathroom door. You opened it, peering into the hallway to see if anyone else was there before exiting.
Returning back to the party in the living room, you mingled with your group of friends before the sound of your doorbell was heard when the song changed.
You maneuvered past everybody and opened the doors; the chilly air blew right through your thin skirt, provoking goosebumps to arise all over your skin.
The first thing you saw was the face of one of your younger colleagues and former classmate.
A smile graced your lips, your eyes squinting with that wide grid. "Megumi, you made it!"
That cheerful expression fell, however, when a person much taller than the young adult appeared in the frame.
He hid his body behind his son but flashed a dazzling smile across his scarred lips. "Hey! Sorry I almost missed your party, Peach~!"
You had never moved so fast, slamming the door, which caused the decorations on the wall to rattle. It was a good thing for the blasting music, distracting others from your action.
Your heart was hammering in your ears, so loud it was almost agonizing. It had been a few years since you had even seen his face.
The face of your ex-boyfriend, Toji.
It was the most toxic relationship you had ever been in. Every day there was always something new arising that caused problems in your relationship.
His gambling, his insulting tongue, his recklessness, and the list could go on. He used your age against you, getting with you when you were only eighteen and he was at least twenty-four.
Sometimes he treated you like a child...like you couldn't do anything right when you messed up or broke something. Sometimes he treated you like you were grown, introducing you to things a young adult like yourself at the time should never have experienced while still being immature.
Not to mention he hid the truth about having a son, and even he forgot about him when you found out the truth and confronted him about it.
But at the end of the day, you always came running right back to him. He knew just what to say to make your knees weak, and rational thinking go out the window.
Toji was manipulative, twisting around your own words and persuading you to listen to him. If none of his earlier tactics worked, he was happy to wrap his hands around your throat and make you remember why you stayed.
Until one day, you couldn't take it anymore.
The doorbell rang again, and you could hear muted banter between the two males on the other side of your door.
You took a deep breath, your hands shaking slightly before opening the door again. The two Fushiguros were facing each other, arguing but ceased once you came into frame.
"Who even invited you?" You hissed, your attention on your ex, whose grin expanded.
His calloused hands held up a small red Christmas bag by his head, and he even shook it so a slight rustling noise could be heard.
"I was invited for the secret Santa, of course." He hummed, dragging out the last words of his sentence with a low pitch.
You pursed your lips, your heart beating ever so clangorous you were sure others must have heard it. "(Y/n), it's cold," Megumi stated, a bit of color arising on his pale face.
"Oh, oh yeah." Slowly you stepped back and opened the door of your penthouse wider for the two males to enter. Megumi was quick to walk past your foyer, already knowing the layout of your apartment.
But Toji, the male, stalled his steps, shutting the door with his foot and leaning down from his 6'3 (190 cm) height.
Your heartbeat quickened when he came closer to your face, and that smug smirk on his lips displayed that he knew what he was doing.
"You look good, Peach." You used to find that nickname embarrassing; now, it feels rather insulting. "Glad to see you're taking care of yourself."
His jade green eyes were gazing so intensely into your (e/c) ones that you had to look away. It felt like he was looking into your soul, inside of you, and it made your whole body shiver.
It came as a surprise when Toji's rough, calloused hands gripped under your chin, forcing your gaze back on his face.
He leaned forward so close you could feel his breath on your lips. His touch was familiar; it made your stomach drop.
Like you were on a ride with a rush of adrenaline. With your heart beating at a rapid pace and your muscles tensing.
"After what you did...the least you could do is look at me." He articulated, voice low and guttural. It made your head dizzy and your throat tight.
"Don't make me..." You hesitated with your words, finding it hard to speak while gazing into his bright optics. "Don't make me the bad guy, Toji."
Nor one of you spoke, eyes trained into each other's as the music and conversations boomed on in the background.
"I'm not trying to make you the bad guy, Peach." He murmured, his voice gravelly as if he needed to clear it. "I'm not even mad about it anymore."
Your heart lurched in your throat, your head feeling light like breathing air from a high altitude. With fingers flexing, you gradually rose your hands to hold his wrist.
"So what?" You asked breathlessly, the words barely audible over all the noise. "You deserved it; in fact, you deserved worse. I should have done it again."
Toji sighed, shoulders slumping as his face neared yours. His breath could be felt along your cold skin, plaguing your mind with distant memories.
"I know."
Before anyone could speak in response, a hand removed the brunets grip from your chin and pulled you away. It felt like you could breathe comfortably again; a fictitious weight was pulled off your chest when you were turned around to face Gojo.
"Come, (Y/n)." His hand that was on your shoulder migrated to your hand, where he began towing you out from the foyer.
Your boyfriend pulled you away, and you turned to glance at your ex one last time. You expected him to appear upset at being interrupted, but instead, the corners of his lips were pulled upwards.
His scar stretched, and the skin around it pulled at the blemish. Just like before, when the two of you were together, he was still as unreadable as ever.
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The rough skin of Gojo's palm wafted heat on your thigh as he gripped it tightly, his thumb caressing your skin.
You glanced up from your plate to the male, who only smiled at you, and you could even feel his expressive gaze through his black blindfold.
"Hey, (Y/n)! Do you have any more gravy?"
Your attention trained to lemonade pink-haired male, observing the mess on his face from him devouring the dinner you made.
"Oh, yeah, hold up. I'll have to warm it up, so it might be a little bit."
Gojo's hand lingered on your skin, and you felt him reluctantly leave your thigh. You showcased a smile, your teeth on display, before leaving the dining room and entering the kitchen.
Everybody else was sitting around the large table eating, so nobody was with you in the cooking area. You opened your fridge, rummaging through it before pulling out a pot of gravy and setting it on the stove.
"(Y/n)."
You almost dropped the spoon you were using to mix the flavoring.
"Suguru, you scared me." A laugh echoed quietly from your lips as you twisted to face the long-haired male. "Is there something you need?"
He lifted his wine glass, empty and slightly stained with a garnet hue. "I wanted a little more." He hummed, smiling narrowly.
You watched his adam's apple bob on his throat, and you swallowed. Hurridly, you turned away to glance back at the pot and stir the contents inside.
Just looking at him made the guilt swell within the pit of your stomach. Heavy and cold, it all made your head hurt.
"In the pantry on the left, there's a crate with some wine Satoru bought."
"Oh." He crooned, stepping out of the doorway and walking towards you. You felt him brush up against you, one of his hands lightly grazing the small of your back as he passed.
The skin underneath your shirt felt like it was set ablaze, and a slight throb could be felt in your private area.
And the guilt grew stronger.
"I would have thought that you bought the bottles; it's much more your taste. Moscato d'Asti, your favorite."
You swallowed the saliva in your mouth, forcing your gaze to stay on the thick liquid. The cold apartment felt feverish.
"It used to be. I don't drink anymore."
"Oh really?" He asked, his voice growing closer to your frame. "You would stop drinking our most favorite wine because Satoru said so?"
Your lips pursed together, your back teeth pressing tightly into each other. Your palms felt sweaty, and you attempted to discreetly wipe them on your skirt.
"It's not like that, Suguru." You switched off the burner and opened one of the drawers to find a pot holder. "I just don't make...the most conscious decisions after drinking."
He stepped closer; you could hear his footsteps growing until he was right behind you. His glass was set beside the stove, his hands now lightly grasping your hips.
Warmth heated through the thin clothing that had tingles jolting down your belly.
You jumped, flinging around and finally gazing upon his face. He smiled again. The grin seemed innocent, but his eyes were much crueler.
"Like choosing him over me?"
His grip grew tighter, the pads of his calloused fingers pressing firmly into your skin.
"Like drunkenly revealing you still loved me last year even though you're dating Satoru."
You had to shut your eyes; you couldn't look at his face. "Suguru, please. I wasn't thinking straight."
His fingers lightly caressed your throat, trailing down your larynx before stopping once he reached your chest, and you slowly lifted your eyelids to glance at him.
"I said I loved you long before you, Satoru ever did. You looked me in the face with such a cold stare, and you even laughed."
His orchid-hued optics glazed over for just a mere second before it was gone, his orbs back to normal as he gained control over his emotions.
"It was quite funny, really; I would have laughed too if I were you." He mumbled dryly and returned his hand to your hip. "Seeing someone in such a vulnerable state really is humorous."
That intense gaze of his had you swallow strenuously. "Suguru, you wanted to date me right after my break up, thinking I would want to get with you. Now let me go."
"Why?" Geto questioned. "So you can pour your heart to me one minute, then turn around and stomp on mine the next?"
Your (e/c) orbs narrowed, and the once passive route you tried to go down was becoming rather blurred. You reached for his wrist and gripped them tightly, your nails digging into his skin and marking it with temporary blemishes.
Empathetic you are, and always have been. But you are also straightforward, and you'll let someone know when they've crossed the line.
"I've always felt guilty for hurting you like that but it is not my fault - nor does it make me the villain of your story - because I chose Satoru over you."
You removed his grip from your body and threw his arms back by his side. With swift movements, you grabbed a potholder before grasping the handle.
Geto's warm front pressed against your exposed back, his breath close to your ear as he lightly pulled a strand (or braid) of hair away from your face.
"Wouldn't you say you're the evil one for still being in love with your boyfriend's best friend? And if you want to deny it then tell me right here, right now. You're sober so you should be able to say it, right? You should be able to say the truth, yes?"
You parted your lips to respond but the words were stuck in your throat. If you told him the truth, it would just feel wrong.
After everything Gojo had done for you - as pretentious as he was - he has done more than anyone else had.
Clearing your throat, you shoved him away with a hand, refusing to even glance at his front. "If you would excuse me."
And you left Geto there in the kitchen to return back to the large group in the dining room.
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Standing out on the balcony, your (e/c) optics gazed into the champagne-hued wine, your reflection staring back in a distorted figure.
Frosty air blew across your skin, chilling the exposed areas of your legs and back, but you ignored the uncomfortableness.
Your stomach was heavy, and having to deal with the appearance of your ex-boyfriend was hard enough. But then, adding Geto's guilt trip, the once joyous party was feeling more of a hassle now.
And it even caused you to break your promise and pour yourself a drink, hiding on the balcony so no one could see. Shame was filling your body, your year of sobriety washing right out the window if you took that sip.
You didn't want to, but you couldn't deal with everything - all the emotions - flooding every part of your brain.
A chasmic sigh was exhaled from deep within your lungs as you twirled the liquid around in the wine glass. Your fingers were rigid, fingertips tingling from the cold contact of the cup.
Wrapping the blanket around your bottom allows you to take a seat on the bench at the end of the terrace. It was rather gloomy at the moment, the promise you made shattering as you neared that drink to your lips.
Its cold, smooth texture was an old familiar sensation, a very recognizable one. You were once an alcoholic thanks to your ex-boyfriend, and you continued on for seven years.
Wine and beer - anything alcoholic - makes things fun; it lets you forget the pain and stress of everything. But it also made you carry out drunken thoughts and commit disastrous actions.
What would you do if you became drunk now at a party you planned with all your friends and acquaintances?
A drunken fool, you would be, mumbling out nonsense before grabbing the nearest person and devouring their lips in a lustrous motion.
"Take that sip, (Y/n), and you'll lose all your progress."
Your eyes flung open, the glass falling from your lips as your best friend stepped out onto the snowy terrace.
His large hands shut the glass door behind him and closed the curtain to hide your potential drinking.
"Kento." You breathed out with a simple voice that cracked at the end. Hastily, you directed your attention to the city, following the snow that descended at a dreadfully slow pace. "I didn't expect for you to catch me."
He clicked his tongue and strutted over, his heavy footsteps causing your heart to race so suddenly. Namami slowly removed the glass from your hand, replacing it with his own before giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"My (Y/n) senses were tingling." He hummed. The firm frown on your lips cracked slightly, a subtle laugh rumbling out as you shamefully hid your face from his sight.
His gaze was on your body, assessing your appearance, and you were sure he could see how distraught you were.
The sigh leaving his lips had your throat tightened. He released your hand and outstretched your blanket so he could sit next to you, covering the both of you in the thick faux fur. The drink was placed on the table next to the bench.
You could sense his body heat as you leaned into it, your gaze still cast away. His cologne, the one you gifted him for his birthday, wafted into your nose and calmed down your anxiousness due to its familiarity.
"If something is bothering you, I'd prefer you would come to me to vent. Not indulge yourself in the addictive taste of alcohol. You made a promise to me, remember?"
"How could I not?" You remarked lightly, scrunching your nose from the chilly air nipping at your face. "I practically begged on your doorstep to help me."
Nanami hummed softly as he reached for your hand again, holding it in a secure grasp. You could feel the rough texture of his palm, and the coarseness of his fingertips.
"It's shame I couldn't be your sponsor, but the thought of being sober myself was rather haunting." He joked lightly, yielding your smile to grow just the slightest.
"Nanami Kento? Giving up drinking? We would be in oblivion if that were ever to happen." You commented, squeezing his hand only to receive another squeeze back in response.
"And that's where you're stronger than me."
Finally, your gaze shifted, just barely glimpsing at his handsome face before directing it down to your lap and laughing pathetically.
"No way. I almost just broke our promise because a little visit from my ex and old friend made me emotionally unstable. I'm more of a failure than anything."
The blond released your hand only to wrap it around your back and pull you into his side. "Hey, you know I don't like to hear you slandering yourself." He huffed.
"Sorry." You mumbled half-heartedly, the grin dancing across your lips by now. "But...I'm being honest. I ceased drinking to stop humiliating myself, to make my relationship with Gojo healthier, but I keep having these moments where I almost relapse. And I know it's wrong. I know what I'm doing, but I just-"
Nanami halted your rambling by hiding your face in his chest, his arm wrapping you securely in a hug while the other held the back of your head firmly.
"And each time you stopped yourself without anyone's help." He countered, voice low and resonating off of his chest. "And that's why you are one of the strongest people I know. As well as someone who continues to make me remarkably proud."
His cologne smelt stronger now that you rested against his front. There was a pressure in the inner corner of your eyes, liquid cloaking over your orbs underneath your eyelids.
"Stop your flattery." The words were almost inaudible. "I'm just a f*cking wh*re, and you know it. Sl*ts don't make multi-billionaire men like you proud."
Your best friend pulled your head away from his chest, causing you to look up at his face that you've known for so long.
"(Y/n)." He expressed your name with such a low tone that your tummy tingled. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this but you make me entirely proud no matter what. Your s*xual encounters do not define who you are and the mistakes you made in the past are not the same you that sits before me now."
Nanami leaned closer, his petrichor orbs gazing so intently into yours that your breath hitched in your throat.
"You just say that because you're in love with me." You could barely breathe out the phrase.
"In love with you or not my words are truthful and I would never lie to you. That is something I simply can not do to you."
The both of you unconsciously leaned in; your warm breaths blowing across your faces were a complete contrast from the chilly air of that night.
And the first to speak was you.
"If I never f*cked you on that drunken night those years ago, you wouldn't be in love with me. You wouldn't care so much and you definitely would not be proud of me."
He hummed, the corner of his lips quirking up into a grin that he attempted to obscure by licking his lips.
"If I never f*cked you that night, you would have never broken up with Toji. It's better he caught us, you would have never been able to tell him yourself otherwise."
You laughed, covering his mouth with your frozen hands as you turned away from his lascivious gaze.
"And you tell me not to call myself an sl*t."
His lips pressed against your palm, a small smooch before he grasped your wrist and trailed it up to your elbow.
"Calling the woman I love such a daunting word is simply ungentlemanlike." He responded, words vibrating against your cold skin.
You had to shake your head and lightly trace a thumb over his sharp jawline.
"I pity you, Kento. In love with a woman who doesn't even love you back. You're wasting your prime years pining after someone you'll never get."
And he placed his teeth against the cold skin of your forearm.
"I wouldn't say wasted per se. More, I'm satisfied with the fact that only I will always stay by your side. Your relationships may come and go, but I will never fall from my position."
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"Alright! Is everybody ready!?" You asked, glancing at your guest that surrounded the Christmas tree in your living room.
Courses of 'yes's flown around the room. Taking a seat next to your boyfriend on the couch, you raised your hand to the decorated Christmas tree.
"Who wants to start first?"
Yuji raised his hand and rushed to the tree to grab a rectangular box wrapped in blue and silver swirling paper.
"Me! Here, Megumi!"
Your left eye twitched, your hands curling into fists as you huffed. "Itadori! It's supposed to be a secret Santa! You know what, never mind. Forget the secret Santa. Just give your gift to whoever! I don't care!"
Your guest laughed at you, and eventually, everyone just grabbed the gifts they brought and handed them to whoever it was meant for.
Gojo wrapped an arm around your waist on the couch and kept you close to his body. His present lay on the armrest of the chair as he waited to give it to who it was for.
Through all the stress you were feeling during the party, it was all worth it for this moment. Calming, comfortable.
The smiles that were displayed on everyone's faces made you feel that you succeeded in planning a great party and at least everyone had enjoyed themselves.
Lost in your thought, you didn't notice it was your turn until you felt your boyfriend's lips against your ear where he blew air in your eardrum.
You shook your head, pulling away and smacking the top of his head. He only laughed at you, releasing his hold on your body to grab a small box that was handed to him by Nobara.
He placed it on your lap softly and you could feel a small amount of weight from it. "You're the last one to give your gift." He told you.
Grinning, you shifted in your seat and found the frame of your best friend. "Kenny~! Come here; I've been dying to give this one to you!"
The blond gazed at you through his sunglasses before striding forward carefully, so he didn't step on anyone that sat on the floor.
"I'm surprised you made it until Christmas. You usually cave in and give it to me before the twenty-fifth." Nanami spoke with a light laugh at the end.
You beamed at him brightly. Proud that you actually gave it to him at the appropriate time. "Hush, hush. Now open your present, Kento."
The male took a seat on the couch next to you and ripped apart the wrapping paper in his thick fingers. It was just a brown box but when he opened it and slid out the contents of what was inside, an expensive-looking cologne now lay in the palm of his hand.
His small eyes widened, his gaze flying up to your face that still held a smile. "I thought they stopped producing this brand?" He asked in disbelief.
You dramatically waved your hand and leaned against Gojo's body. "Do you doubt me? You've known me for years, you should know that I have my ways."
Nanami rolled his eyes, laughing in his throat, that was joined by some of your other guests. "What about you? You're the only one who hasn't received a gift."
You glanced around, noticing everyone with their Christmas present. "Oh, it's alright." You stood up slowly and began collecting the rubbish that accumulated on your ground. "I think everyone just being here and having a good time is a good enough present for me."
"But (Y/n)," Yuji whined. "That's not fair to you!"
You flicked the younger boy's forehead before stepping out. "It's fine, silly. Besides, the Christmas present that I want is... well, it's rather impossible."
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The guest began to disperse, leaving one at a time as you started to clean. You collected all the dishes that were around your shared apartment and placed them in the sink.
"Bye, (Y/n)! We're gonna get going. Thanks for having us over!" The ginger-haired female spoke from the kitchen doorway before leaving.
You waved goodbye to her with a soapy gloved hand before returning back to your dishes. By the time you were about halfway done, your lovely boyfriend had made his way into the kitchen.
He threw away some drinks in a plastic bag, humming to himself quietly until he spoke up. "Everyone left, and I'm surprised we made it through a party without someone fighting." He mused
You couldn't help but laugh at his words and nod your head. "I know. Today...Today was rather eventful, to say the least."
Gojo stepped away from the trash can and made his way to your frame. His hands grasped your waist, holding it in a tight hold as he pressed his front against your backside.
"I'm curious."
"Of what?" You asked while placing a clean dish in the rack.
The Lila-haired male brushed his soft lips against the back of your neck while humming. "What your impossible Christmas present is."
You snickered, shaking your head lightly. "Not telling~."
"(Y/n)!" The male whined, with his hold growing firm. "Come on, pretty girl. Can't you tell me? I want to hear you say it."
Shaking your head while you finished the last dish, you turned off the sink and removed the rubbery gloves from your hands.
"Satoru."
He groaned, hiding his face in the corner of your neck. "So stubborn."
"And you love it."
You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed. With careful touches, he placed his lips against your soft skin and began placing ticklish smooches that had you giggling.
"Don't you want to have an amazing Christmas?" He sought.
"Of course." You shifted out of his hold so you could face him, your back pressing into the counter. "And I will with you just staying by my side."
Gojo's arms wrapped around your waist, and the feeling of his strong muscles pressing into your body had you sigh. "You know..." He started, leaning down and kissing your face.
Every inch of your face but your lips did he touch with his lips. "You are so adorable but also-" His hands dropped to your thighs, reaching dangerously close to your crotch. "-very alluring."
You shivered from his touch and leaned on the tips of your toes so your lips could connect. He smiled against your lips, grasping your bare bottom and lifting you up in the air.
"I should also add the best damn thing in my life."
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you watched the view of your kitchen disappear as he carried you away.
"Keep talking like that, Satoru, and I'm going to ask you to marry me."
He laughed aloud, his lips in a wide grin that made your own smile grow.
"Not before I put a baby in you first~!" He crooned, provoking you to pinch the back of his neck.
Carefully the male set you on the dining room table, the cool glass surface making goosebumps rise all over your skin.
"Oh, you're going to eat me out on the dining room table?" You sought, teasingly stroking your leg along the side of his frame.
Gojo released his hold on your body to remove his black blindfold. You quickly relished in the sight of his beautiful star-filled orbs.
"Isn't this the proper place to eat a meal?" He inquired.
Before you could reply, your boyfriend undid the straps of his blindfold and placed them over your eyes. Immediately you were surrounded by darkness, your other senses instantly heightening up.
"Blindfolding me?" You asked, grin so wide you were showing your teeth. "Am I hot with it on?"
His finger teasingly brushed against the tights that covered your cl*t. "So f*cking hot, pretty girl." He expressed breathlessly.
Skin began to feel feverish, and anticipation ran through your veins. Your lower region felt damp, and you were wet from his touch on your body.
Hands pushed your chest down, your bareback connecting with the cool glass table. Your legs were opened, your skirt piling up onto your stomach.
The tights by your crotch were gripped firmly before the sound of ripping fabric echoed in the room. Cool air brushed against your wet c*nt, and you could feel yourself clench over nothing.
"Hey, those were my favorite!"
Gojo didn't reply; instead, he gripped onto your thighs, and his hot breath was felt against your private area.
The palm of his hands felt much rougher than you remember, coarse along your smooth skin. He pressed into your thighs vigorously.
You could feel a slight tingling in your limb from how aggressive his hold was and shivered. His lips pressed against your thigh and something about it made your brows furrow.
Before you could think anymore about it you felt his fingers teasingly stroked around your exposed c*nt and refused to touch any of the more sensitive areas.
It made the nerves under your skin flare and sends jolts of bliss to your sensitive bud.
The tips of his calloused fingers just slightly grazed your cl*t before returning back to the skin around your slits.
Again his fingers trailed along the outside of your folds, not close enough to stimulate your bundle of nerves but close enough to tease you with extreme frustration.
And incredibly frustrated is what you became. You had your brows furrowing with displeasure and your legs pressing into his shoulders.
You panted audibly, taking a deep breath, and releasing it loudly with a bit of attitude. "Gojo, don't tease me~."
He listened for once, one of his thick fingers finally reached your folds, pressing right into your entrance. It quickly became coated in your liquids of arousal, and your walls clenched around the tips of his extremities.
More liquids started to secrete from the slight bit more stimulation. His wet fingers now circled your folds almost fondly but still teasingly, smearing the sticky liquids across your lower region.
Instead of a whimper or a huff, you had cried out loudly. An audible wail escaped your lips and reverberated within the dining room.
Your breathing started to become labored, chest rising and falling rapidly at an erratic pace. His fingers continued to press against your entrance slightly before pulling back and playing around with your slits.
The frustration you felt only grew as the male continued to tease you, giving you some sort of stimulation but not enough to please you.
"Are you playing with me because I didn't want want to f*ck during the party you asked?"
Instead of replying with words, you suddenly let out a choked gasp when two of his fingers were pushed into your body and pressed upwards against your bladder.
Your eyes widened underneath the blindfold and you so desperately wished you could look down upon your boyfriend's face.
You gripped the edged of the table, the glass pressing into the soft flesh of your fingers. Squeezing your legs against his body you could feel the strain in your lower limbs.
His fingers had stayed still for a moment, knuckle deep and slightly grazing against sensitive areas inside of your body.
Swallowing thickly, you tried to wiggle your hips in an attempt to get more stimulation. Your action caused the male to hum and press his thumb right up against your cl*t.
This drew a shaky breath from your chest as you squirmed with vexation. His finger pressing against those bundles of nerves was sending little jolts all up to your body and especially through the muscles of your abdomen.
Sweat began to drip off the back of your neck, dampening your hair and slicking your skin. You wanted to almost beg and plead for him to stop but you know Gojo.
And no matter how much you begged, if Gojo didn't want to stop, then he wouldn't. And the more you begged, the longer he would prolong his actions.
He was unfair but undeniably good at what he executed. It was from his h*e years before he met you and how well he knew your body from the four years you were together.
Suddenly, his mouth entrapped your cl*t as two of his fingers returned to probing your entrance in a vexing manner.
"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness.
Something felt different, his mouth wider and a slight coarseness next to his lips. His canine slightly grazed against your bud and even his teeth felt sharper.
He let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t, his fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance.
You couldn't help but suck in your abdomen and tighten your hold on the table. "S-Sh*t." The word came out breathlessly.
The male enveloped your cl*t with his mouth and began to suck harshly. He hollowed his cheeks while swirling his tongue around your sensitive region.
The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within your penthouse.
It was a good thing the music was still playing from the living room, it would at least muffle your cries and moans.
Your stomach rose and fell with every brief astute breath you bore. Unexpectedly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.
It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously, the muscles on your throat tight.
You were becoming lost in his endearing touch, your mind merely only focusing on his tongue. It was your body moving on its own, grinding harder against his mouth for more.
He gave your little cl*t a single last lick before his tongue dragged downwards across the rest of your c*nt. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.
His warm tongue maneuvers around his fingers, flinching from the acute sensation. While you were distracted from his tongue, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in again.
A choked gasp echoed in the room as you arched your back, the sweaty skin gaining a bit of air to cool down. His fingers maintained their still position inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.
His lips formed into a coy smile and you could feel it against your throbbing c*nt. You frowned and shoved the heel of your shoes into his back.
Lightly he pressed his teeth against your bud causing you to cry out and raise your hips. While he continued to lick and taste your private area, every once in a while his nose would brush up against your cl*t causing you to jolt in your spot.
Your juices were all over your thighs, staining your tights and dripping down your bottom.
Gojo pulled his tongue out only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.
His plump lips left longing smooches that applied pressure and had your back arching farther than before.
Your boyfriend had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid and dampening your clothes. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your legs pressing his muscular shoulders.
Once again his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked again. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips buck against his face.
Gojo's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to permit any of him to go at all, even if it was just his fingers.
And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.
A shaky breathless moan left your lips that was soon followed by his name.
Gojo's fingers gradually worked to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.
He pulled back to swallow the slick that amassed in his mouth before sucking in his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your susceptible zone.
The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the dining room.
Weakly you had lifted yourself with your elbows as the blindfold slipped down your slick face. You squinted from the sudden brightness, but once the blurriness went away, your breath became caught in your throat.
The hand that was grasping your thigh wasn't Gojo. The mouth on your cl*t wasn't your boyfriend.
It was Toji's.
Your ex's gaze flickered up to meet yours only for a moment before the blindfold was quickly placed over your eyes again.
"Uh uh, no peeking~!" Gojo's voice rang right next to your ear before kissing the corner of your lips.
Toji's finger pushed in deeply, brushing against sensitive areas that had the strength in your arms falter. You fell back against the table and reached forward to his hair.
A small part of you wanted to stop; this wasn't right. You weren't with the older Fushiguro male anymore. He wasn't your partner anymore.
But a larger part of you didn't want it to end. After all, it was a part of a dirty fantasy you kept hidden from everybody.
Grinding your hips against his face, you shuddered from your thoughts as the male relinquished his thirst with your juices.
All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.
There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax.
A captivating release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your skin.
You were squeezing so tight around his fingers, and you were sure Toji knew that your body was approaching an org*sm.
His hand that had been holding your thigh dug tighter, his nails pressing into your skin that was so close to drawing blood.
It was too overwhelming how good Toji was doing. He always knew what to do, and you couldn't deny how good he was at it too. It was no wonder why it felt different when you were being eaten out.
The difference between how Gojo and Toji did it was astounding. They both were so good at it, but both of them also did it so differently.
There was an itch in your throat from the dryness of having constant moans leaving your lips. Your body burned with desire, and adrenaline flowed through your veins.
Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the glass table. Toji breathed a deep breath to inhale the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.
He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close.
You were trembling and grinding hard against his face. Your grip was tight on his hair and you were desperately begging for more.
Your hips bucked against his face, pressing harder into his familiar touch.
The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.
You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the ridge where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.
And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"Toji..." His name spewed out of your mouth melodically, reverberating against your chest and the room.
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tightly you thought you might break them.
You felt as if you were going to draw blood if you grasped the table any harder than you already were.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lied your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted.
Pure satisfaction displayed on your face with your body trembling against him. It was an org*sm brought on by your ex, and it only made you feel filthier than usual.
Toji used his thumbs to spread open your slits so he could easily lap up the liquids of your climax. He savored the sweet taste and sticky texture against his tongue.
You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. "F*ck." A curse left your lips breathless, still astounded at the event that just took place.
Before you even had a chance to breathe, toned arms picked your body up in a bridal manner and began to carry you away.
"You did really well, pretty girl." Gojo's voice rang in your ears.
"W-Where are you taking me?" You asked, voice slightly coarse from the dryness in your throat.
He didn't reply to your words, instead, he set you down on the familiar feeling of your living room rug. His hands gripped your wrist and place your hold on somebody's clothed thighs.
Your wrist was released only for another set of hands to grip your own and move your touch upwards. They stopped it once you reached his crotch, an obvious tent in their pants that even you could tell with no sight.
There was a small bit of guilt in your stomach, receiving actions from somebody who wasn't your boyfriend and performing actions on somebody who wasn't your current lover was filthy.
But it had always been a dirty fantasy you kept hidden away.
"Don't be afraid~." The arrogant male's voice rang in your ears. "You know you want to."
You hesitated, a bit of rational thinking filling your head but it was pushed away when a zipper ran through the air along with clothes shuffling.
Your hands were gasped again but this time, they were wrapped around something warm. You knew immediately what it was, the feeling of a c*ck recognizable, not to mention the manly musk that emanated from it.
The person you were touching obviously was not Gojo and definitely not Toji. Even after five years since you had been with the Fushiguro male, you still remembered how his d*ck felt.
How his girth was unbelievable, how fat thick veins protruded all along the skin of his shaft. How it curved ever so slightly at the top with his plump tip adding to the length of his member.
You didn't know who this was, but you had an idea.
Hesitantly you leaned forward, humming slightly before setting a smooch on the tip. It twitched in your hold and grew slightly harder.
The firmness is now more stone-hard, leaving you less afraid to squeeze at the base. Your tongue licked just below his tip.
You trailed the flat end of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to his head, following one of the thickest veins on his length.
Your saliva smeared across the surface and dripped onto your hand that clasped around his member at the bottom.
His body twitched, his breathing growing ragged while his body shifted almost uncomfortably. Soft, barely audible grunts left his lips and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back.
Who was he?
Your lips parted, widening as you engulfed his member within your mouth. "Mm~!" The moan was almost one of disbelief as if he couldn't believe how good you were at doing it.
You pushed him farther, letting him reach the back of your throat as you lowered yourself on him. The unknown male reached down towards your hair and entangled his hands in your locks.
His hips bucked upwards slightly, his knees squeezing your body that kneeled on the ground against the couch
Your tight throat wrapped around his member and he inhaled sharply. He twitched in your mouth, pushing farther that almost had you choking.
You looked up at him even though you were blindfolded, your cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling down the corner of your lips.
Pulling back until only the head of his c*ck lay on your tongue, you grazed your teeth like a feather touch over the sensitive tip.
His hips jerked upwards, his member being pushed back down into your throat. You gagged slightly, your throat constricting tightly for a moment until you pulled away to breathe.
"F*ck~."
You recognize that voice and froze.
"S-Suguru?"
He didn't respond to your question. His hands that were still entangled in your hair tugged you forward and pushed his member back into your mouth and down your throat.
Geto didn't want you to talk, he just want to face f*ck you at the moment. And you were down to participate.
You pulled upwards, removing his c*ck from your lips so you could spit on the flushed tip.
Your fingers wrapped around his slimy c*ck and began pumping, up and down. Warm hands, hot sticky saliva, all of it adding to the pleasure that was shooting through his veins.
Pre-c*m was leaking from his hole and you made sure to lean forward and lick at it, tasting the bitterness of his seed.
You wished you could see what his face looked like. Was his jaw tight, clenching tightly from the pleasure?
Were his eyes closed, the overwhelming sensation causing him to take a second to compose himself?
All of it was adding to the fantasy you've dreamed of, it was halfway completed but there was no way all of it could happen. Right?
Geto swallowed audibly, his breathing labored as you felt his legs twitched against your body. It only grew worse when you sucked harshly on the tip while pumping your hands across the wet surface of his shaft.
A high-pitched grinding could be heard and you knew it was from him grinding his teeth together.
Oh, you were doing great.
You could feel his d*ck throbbing in your hold and you knew it had to be painful how far his release was.
Geto's d*ck just throbbed in your mouth, aching for more of what you could provide. A man like him couldn't resist a warm throat around his c*ck, squeezing as more saliva drenched his flushed skin.
Deciding to give him what you wanted, you returned your mouth over his member, engulfing more of him as you rolled your tongue and sucked his length.
Your hands pumped along the shaft that was still out, untaken by your mouth.
"F*cK" The brunet hissed. Voice crackly as if his throat was dry and he needed a glass of water.
There were times when Geto used to tease you with words, implying that you could never leave a man speechless.
But you were sure now that the male was just eating his words.
Your cl*t throbbed from his moans and your sinful actions. A tingling arising in the pit of your stomach, an attraction to a stimulating org*sm developing again.
You hope there was more after this.
A hand traveled up Geto's stomach, caressing the firm abbs of his frame and you felt him suck in his stomach.
There was a possibility he was already going to c*m soon with his reaction and you would happily oblige bringing him to the edge with an overstimulating org*sm.
A bit of payback for guilt-tripping you in the kitchen earlier that night.
He grunted, his c*ck twitching in your grasp sending the sensation through all his veins. He was going to c*m the more you kept at it.
You could just feel how he was desperately aching to reach his high. A climax that only you could provide at the moment and have his legs shaking.
Your hands were pumping faster than before now that you knew is org*sm was so close. It was right there. Right there. Taunting him with the fact that he had yet to reach it.
And finally, after everything he attained his climax. His c*ck pulsated in your hold, his balls squeezing against your throat.
Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip down into your throat. You could feel the thick liquid gushing out, trailing down your constricting esophagus.
You couldn't breathe, he was just spilling so fast that you had to pull away and swallow everything with hefty gulps.
A few smaller, thinner strands shot across your cheek that dribbled down your jaw in such a lewd manner.
Your breathing was erratic, your jaw aching from sucking Geto's c*ck like there was no tomorrow. Once those familiar warm hands wrapped around your biceps and pulled you upwards so your legs could wrap around their hips, you knew there was more to come.
"I always told him you sucked like a vixen." Gojo joked, hands stroking your bare bottom softly as he continued migrating you to a different area of the penthouse.
You let out a satisfied sigh, gripping his shirt securely. "And how does he look?" You asked, voice coarse.
He hummed while setting your body on a cold surface. You wondered where you were until the buzzing of the refrigerator alerted that you were in the kitchen, on the counter.
"Like you sucked the soul out of him."
A laugh reverberated from your lips as you felt Gojo's touch slowly release your body. "If only I did."
You felt him kiss your forehead, readjusting the straps to the blindfold before his footsteps fell distant. A set of new hands now traced along your thighs, stroking your skin before lightly trailing up your chest.
This person's lips met your neck, licking, sucking, drawing pressure on your skin that had you clenching your knees around his hips.
Barely audible mewls could be heard, your throat already raw from everything that had taken place. You breathed in deeply, attempting to fill your lungs with air but all you did was fill it with expensive cologne.
And you knew that cologne like you knew the back of your hand.
"Kento."
His name was an asthmatic hymn that you knew had a noticeable reaction on his body. The hands grasping your thighs grew firmer, his breathing heavier against your neck.
"How long has it been since you heard me call your name like that?" You asked, feeling the corner of his lips tug into a grin against your skin.
The blond's hands rose to your shirt, skillfully unbuttoning your attire so he could see your breast cupped in a strapless bra.
"Five years and five years since my lips touched your skin like this."
His hands fumbled slightly with the hinges of your bra before it was removed and thrown somewhere. Your breast was now free, no longer hidden behind the undergarment, and now vulnerable to any contact.
They were already perky, hard from all the overstimulation and your anticipation. It was all playing out like a dream and you were going to enjoy it.
One of his hands rose to your face, wiping clean the c*m that hardened on your skin. "He made you a mess." He mumbled.
"Don't I always look like one?" You responded with a question that had him chuckle against your body.
"No." His voice rattled through your bones. "You always look absolutely ravishing, my darling."
Nanami's lips were back on your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his calloused fingers along your stomach and the curves of your waist.
He formed mildly dark, purplish bites that covered your once-clear neck. The stinging pain was a tingling sensation that had you humming in delight.
His name once again left your lips in a breathless tone that was alluding to a desperate hunger for the male. And it was like fuel to a fire.
His tender intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your sides only to grasp your breast.
"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl fled your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh that he felt years ago.
You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Nanami's body as his warm mouth entrapped your acute buds. "T-that feels good, Kento." You whispered under your breath but the male still heard.
He circled your erect n*pple with his soft tongue, sucking on it like a babe that was absolutely ravenous. Nanami was eagerly devouring you like a gluttonous man, like something he desired to eat more than anything in the world.
The male's teeth grazed over your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.
His thumb skimmed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.
"H-Ha~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.
Nanami hummed to himself as he kissed your n*pple softly. He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter.
He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.
They were so warm, so soft yet firm. He was enjoying it; you could tell by his almost playful manner and grin on his lips.
One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before caressing your little cl*t.
His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. Your back arched, legs squeezing his hips with your nails digging into his shoulders.
You were clenching over nothing, body desperate for anything more, for everything more.
The man laid a tender wet smooch in the valley of your breast, his hot breath fanning against your cold skin yielding goosebumps to arise over your skin.
A curse rang from beneath your breath with your nails digging into his flesh, creating temporary blemishes in his muscles.
To your surprise, his hands grasped your hips tugging your body off of the counter and placing your slick c*nt against one of his thick thighs.
Your hands flung behind you to press into the surface, heart racing slightly from the swift movement. He brought his lips to your ear, his heavy breathing tickling your labyrinth.
"You've already been eaten out and fingered so this time-" He chuckled in his throat, and you could feel the vibration against your bare chest. "-You can get off on these thighs you used to praise."
And your cl*t throbbed.
His grip was secure, holding up your body weight so there wasn't any fear of falling. You gave his thick thigh an experimental grind and sucked in a breath.
The pressure of his muscle pressing in between your legs, rubbing right up against your soaked c*nt had you quivering.
Your body was so sensitive from all the touching, all the attention that you could already feel that tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.
You jerked your hips upwards, letting your body weight bring you down on his cold slick pants and rubbing along your pulsating cl*t.
Incoherent words trickled out of your mouth and into the kitchen. His slacks were feeling soaked from your slick that was secreted from your arousal.
Nanami's lips left longing smooches along your throat, his breathing ragged in your ear that matched your own.
"Don't hold yourself back, darling." He crooned. "We're all here for your own delight."
He didn't need to tell you twice.
The feelings in your abdomen were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulating.
Your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.
"Sh*t~."
Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing over nothing as your cl*t pulsated.
His grip grew tighter on your hips, your nails digging into the counter and scraping against the surface.
Your own thighs squeezed his, all your muscles flexing from your org*sm.
With your spine arching from your climax, you rest your head against his chest with your swollen lips parted.
You were sure pure pleasure was displaying across your face with your body trembling against Nanami.
The blond was whispering praises in your ear, quiet, private so only you could hear.
Your body was shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes started to hurt from the tight-binding around your head, fatigue taking over all your limbs leaving you limp and quite feeble.
His hands trailed down to your thighs where he heaved your body up, laying your head on his shoulder and beginning to step out of the kitchen.
"There's m-more?" You could barely even ask out from your exhaustion. Gojo's chuckle rang through the air, growing louder as you neared his frame.
With careful movements, your best friend set you down carefully on someone's lap in the living room of your penthouse. The familiar touch already wrapping around your thighs and shifting your body forward slightly.
Gojo's clothes could be heard shuffling, his zipper ringing through the air as he hummed without a care in the world.
"Everyone else got their private time with you." He stated, lifting your body up so your back could lay against his chest, his hardened c*ck pressing along your slickened folds. "It's my turn, but I hope you don't mind the others watching this time."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the man beneath you decided to speak again, his tone playful and almost mocking.
"Of course you wouldn't! This is your impossible Christmas wish, after all."
Your mouth felt dry, throat parched from his words. You gripped onto his leg, nails digging into his flesh.
Gojo's c*ck twitched against your c*nt. "What? You thought I didn't know?"
He placed a kiss along your jawline, his breath fanning your face as you stared into darkness under the blindfold.
"Come on, (Y/n). You underestimate me." The Lila-haired male grasped your thighs, raising it in the air and revealing your c*nt to the other men in the room. "I know everything about you and everything you want. And I did say I wanted to give you the most amazing Christmas too."
Slick was being secreted from your c*nt, coating his c*ck with some of it dripping down his balls. A content sigh left his lips, his hips slowly grinding upwards so he could rub his member along your lower region.
"I said they could do whatever they wanted but-" He raised your body his tip probing your entrance only for a few seconds before he lowered you down.
Your head was thrown back, mouth wide open with a choked gasping echoing into the room. As you sank down, your inner walls tightened, clenching and attempting to mold around his familiar member.
"-Only I can have my d*ck in this tight wet p*ssy."
There were words you wanted to say but the ability to speak felt as if it required too much strength. Sweat slicked your skin and dampened your open long-sleeve and short skirt.
Hair stuck to the back of your neck and the sides of your face, your nails hurt from the pressure of driving it into his skin.
Air was knocked out of your lungs while your boyfriend drove himself as far as he could until he was met with what he could only assume was the entrance to your womb.
Already panting Gojo's grip on your leg grew tighter as he pushed your legs farther open so everyone could see.
Your entire body was visibly quivering; the sensitivity from your two org*sm before was clearly having an effect on you.
Warm velvety walls surrounded his c*ck, tensing as the thick veins along his shaft pressed against tender spots inside of your body.
They molded around him, sucking him farther inside even though he was already so far in. Once again incoherent mumbling was leaving your lips as well as ragged breathing.
Your mouth felt dry, your mind blanking, and the heat of your body increased. You couldn't but feel a little dizzy from it all.
Noise, like skin slapping skin, could be heard, wet squelches that resonated loudly. Barely audible sounded over the bluster of the music.
But you knew what was happening. They were jacking off to your body getting f*cked by your boyfriend. How sinfully lewd and filthy it was.
You couldn't deny how it was also incredibly hot.
After a moment of relishing in your warmth, feeling your body tighten from how much you were enjoying the attention, Gojo lifted your body upwards while rolling his hips.
His c*ck plunged back inside where it belonged and kissed your cervix. A cry echoed out, drool dribbling down the corner of your lips in such a filthy manner.
You clenched down securely, the little butterflies that were felt dancing around in your tummy intensified.
"My pretty girl~." He sang in your ear. "You're tighter than usual. You like being watched, huh?"
Your teeth were grinding against each other, refusing to respond to dirty words. He was right, and you hated how he knew, how they all knew it.
His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. Gojo was acting more primal, almost overjoyed as he lost himself inside of you.
The male continued his upward movements of thrusting into you, he was using every muscle of his body to penetrate you deeply and ripple pleasure through your veins.
He was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck continues to kiss at the entrance to your womb.
The thick veins along his shaft brushed against every sensitive spot, sending jolts and tingles all through your abdomen up to your brain.
Your core that was gripping down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel and memorize the shape of him.
You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It didn't help that your arousal from being watched had you holding onto him with an almost death grip.
The pace of his delightfully rocking hips grew, his grip on your legs so tight he was close to drawing blood. He pounded your body down onto him to meet his thrust and it had you an absolute mess.
Incoherent words, mumblings, and wails of overstimulation from your mouth were more music than the radio in the living room.
The other men's self-pleasuring noises also grew louder, and more audible. Briefly, you could hear your name falling from their lips.
Toji's voice, Geto's voice, Nanami's voice, and Gojo's right in your ear. All either calling out your name in a desperate plea, as if you were a goddess that they were worshipping or groaning and grunting.
And at the idea, you couldn't help but climax. Your body was writhing, stomach and muscles flexing as you choked out a cry.
A third org*sm raked through your body, and the male couldn't believe how much tighter you could squeeze down on him as you came.
The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out. The three other men could see how your c*m dripped down your bottom and covered his crotch.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Delight and satisfaction coursed throughout your veins as adrenaline would.
You saw a luminous glow behind your closed eyelids with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out, the only thing you could catch was the Lila-haired male's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so tight as he did all the work.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
As he continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his clothes and trickled down your thighs.
Gojo's breathing was heavier, his little grunts growing a few octaves deeper as he let it all out in your ear.
His body was tense against yours, almost trembling and you knew he was close to letting himself go. The others must have been close to, their sounds of pleasure growing noisier.
"So, my pretty girl!"
Your body quivered, mouth parted with ragged breathing exhaling from your lungs.
"The boys are gonna c*m soon. Tell them exactly where you want them to c*m. Where you've been dreaming about it."
You swallowed the saliva in your mouth to satisfy the itch in the back of your throat.
"On me." The words were faint from your weariness.
Gojo slammed your body harshly down so the tip of his member could hit the deepest parts of your insides harshly.
"Louder!" He bellowed.
You hissed out from the slight thumping pain that infused with the throbbing delight in your veins.
"On me, please!" Your voice was slightly high-pitched.
Right after you spewed those words, the arrogant male lifted your body completely off of his throbbing c*ck and laid your back flat against the coffee table.
He wasted no time plunging back in, hands tightly gripping your hips, your ankles hooking around his back with the squelching noises of the other males nearing closer to your body.
And not even a moment later did your boyfriend suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls.
Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip into your womb that amassed all of it greedily. They were thick, painting your insides white with his slow lascivious thrust.
Your belly felt full, heavy even as the comforting feeling drove through every nerve in your body and numbed your brain.
He continued to roll his member inside, making sure every last drop was drained from his firm balls before finally, he allowed himself to still and plug his seed.
The sensation of his release spilling into you felt ever so warm, like a heating pad atop your abdomen where your womb was.
"(Y/n)~."
The men spewed your names as they too reached their climax and you could feel it. Every thick hot strand of c*m shot across your skin.
You could feel it all, coating your chest, stomach, thighs, and face in a hot murky white seed. The blindfold around your eyes had also been covered in whoever's c*m it was.
A smile must have been drawn on your lips, completely and utterly satisfied by a dream you never believed could come true.
Suddenly a heavy appendage was set on your face, your tongue instinctively darted out to lick it. Easily you recognized it as your ex-boyfriend.
"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)." They all sounded, fatigue evident in their tones.
Swallowing the saliva in your mouth, you removed the soiled blindfold, finally viewing all of their flushed expressions.
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"Hey, honey. Wake up, sleepyhead."
...
"You wanna roast like a boar on a stick, huh? Get your a** up."
Slowly, his heavy eyelids opened sluggishly to view the world with blurry vision. Rustling wind and muffled talking filled his ears as he slowly turned to the side.
His sights cleared, which allowed him to see the clear image of your frame. Before he could speak, his nose was filled with a delicious scent of food.
Upon closer expectation, he saw a tray with breakfast food on the nightstand alongside his bed. You were pouring steaming hot tea into a cup carefully before glancing down at him.
"You really need to start getting more sleep, you know. You can't keep waking up in the middle of the day at 3 pm every time. It's not productive at all."
Shikamaru stared at you with a blank expression before sluggishly sitting up and scratching his wild hair that was out of its signature spiky ponytail.
"Already berating me as soon as I wake up? How troublesome."
You rolled your eyes and placed down the teapot on the tray. "You love it, you grump. Now eat your food."
The male didn't notice how much he starving until his stomach rumbled loudly in the bedroom.
"And I know you didn't eat dinner last night, so you better eat every last thing on this plate, or I will cook you for dinner, got it?"
Shikamaru's gaze flickered up to your face, witnessing the blank expression on your face.
'Oh, she's serious.'
He opened his mouth to speak, but the words halted when he looked closer at your appearance. You weren't in your normal outfit, instead opting for more casual attire.
Black leggings, an off-the-shoulder green long-sleeve, and closed-toed black shoes. Your hair was done, and makeup adorned your face.
"You look good." He commented and placed the tray on the bed in front of him. "What are your plans for today?"
"Thank you. I'm going to see Kiba for a bit, I promised we'd hang out today and then shop for some groceries. Is there anything specific you want?" You asked, grabbing your purse that your lazy boyfriend bought you for your twentieth birthday.
The black-haired male shook his head and took a sip from the tea, letting the liquid cease the scratchiness in the back of his throat.
"No, nothing. Have fun today, and don't let Kiba pull you into his useless shenanigans."
You stuck your tongue at him while closing your eyes. "Don't worry bout it me. I can take care of myself."
"I know."
A smile formed on your lips as you watched your boyfriend swallow a bite of the pancakes you made.
"Don't let me take all your time; I'll see you later." He said while waving his hand dismissively.
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms under your chest. Casually you walked closer to the male with slow, ominous steps.
He noticed your movement and halted, his gaze following your body. You came closer before dropping your purse on the ground.
Shikamaru didn't expect you to push him onto his back, crawling on top of his form and caging his hips with your knees.
His expression wasn't really one of surprise but more of 'oh, here she goes again.' Your hands were right next to his head as you gazed down at the male.
"Did you really think I was gonna leave and not get my goodbye kiss?" You sought and tilted your head.
The Nara male let his hands rest upon your hips. "Yes."
Your lips formed into a pout, your nails digging into the mattress beneath. Slowly you lowered your face closer to his.
"I am very selfish, darling." You hummed. "I am yours, which means you are also mine which in turn means that these-" You let one of your pointer fingers lightly brush against his lips. "-also belong to me. And because of that, I always want them."
Shikamaru sighed, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. "You are so demanding." He groaned before placing a quick peck on your lips.
"And you love it." You respond, letting your lips connect again but this time kissing him intensely. Lips moving in sync, slowly and lovingly.
When he pulled back, he gazed up at your appearance and swiped at the smeared lipstick on your bottom lip.
"And I love you."
You snickered, licking off the remainder of your lipstick before kissing his lips again. Before he had a chance to respond, you pulled away only to begin kissing down his jaw before stopping at the crook of his neck.
"How is it that I'm so utterly in love with you?"
Your words caused him to shiver from how hot your breath was on his cool skin.
"I was the only one willing to deal with your aggressive a**."
You looked down at the male for a moment, a blank expression on your face as you leaned back to sit on his lap.
Before Shikamaru could react, a pillow was placed over his face, followed by weight soon after.
He didn't even struggle, just letting you suffocate him.
You crinkled your nose and pulled it away from his face.
There was no movement from the male before he spoke soft words.
"My point exactly, you crazy woman. You'll probably kill me one day."
immediately you hit him with the pillow.
"No way. I can't be having the father of my kid dead yet."
Shikamaru froze, his eyes widening before flinging his gaze at you.
"(Y/n), are you-"
"No!" You shouted before tilting your head and raising your eyebrows suggestively. "Why? You tryna become a DILF?"
"(Y/n), oh my god." He sat up and yanked on one of the strands of your hair. "You're being troublesome. Go hang with Kiba before he and Akamaru come here and get the place all dirty."
You only gave him a cheeky smile and kissed his lips. "You love this troublesome woman, though."
"Yes, I do. Now scram before I kick you off the bed myself."
You got off his body and pouted. "So mean~."
The male waved his hand dismissively and grabbed his forgotten fork. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the mean one."
Picking up your purse, you blew the male a kiss before exiting your bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind you.
With your presence gone, the male let out a deep sigh. "She really got me on that one." He mumbled and placed another bite in his mouth.
"I'm in love with such a troublesome woman."
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"There you are! It only took you forever!"
You stuck your tongue out at the brown-haired male as you neared the two.
"Sorry, I was busy tryna get Shika out the bed and eat."
The male crossed his arms and shook his head. "Man's got a girlfriend who literally cooks breakfast in bed for him all the time. If only that could be me~."
You smacked the Inuzuka male on the back of his neck. "Don't worry! You'll find one soon! What about Tamaki!?"
It was the male's turn to slap you on the back of your neck. "I"d rather have you roast me alive than date that woman!"
"Okay~." You extended the word dramatically and looked down at the large white dog by your legs. "Didn't know he was the masochistic type."
"(Y/n)." He called your name with a deadpan expression. "You have actually nearly burnt down Konohagakure multiple times trying to roast motherf*ckers that pissed you off. I'd take my chances with your fire than that woman."
You stuck your tongue at him. "My fire is literally hot enough to melt rock. I can make f*cking glass outta the sand right here on the ground in front of us."
"Yeah, that's why you're so hot."
"Huh? My body temperature is 98.6℉ (37.6℃), just like everyone else's."
Kiba looked at you as if you were stupid. "That's not what I meant-you, know what, never mind. Let's go before it gets too crowded."
"Okay, weirdo."
The two of you began walking down the streets of Konohagakure, looking at all the stalls and having a look at their inventories.
"Look, it's you." You said, pointing to a painted mask with a dog face on it."
Kiba flared his nose before pointing at a panting at another stall. It was of a woman in a rather inappropriate position. Her legs open, one hand covering her lower private with her other hand grasping her breast.
You raised an eyebrow and turned to face the male. "How is that me?"
"It's of a wh*re."
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A WH*RE!?"
"Yeah, 'cause you're my wh*re."
You raised an eyebrow. "Huh? I thought I was your best friend."
"No, I-' The male slapped the back of your neck. "Stop being oblivious!"
"The h*ll you mean! I'm the most alert than the two of us!"
As if a drawing, it was like the both of you were growling the wild dogs.
"Aww, look at the youth of this young couple."
You and Kiba's action ceased, turning to face one of the vendors who looked at the two of you longingly.
"Yeah, aren't we cute!?" Kiba gushed and held your waist. You flicked the male's forehead before kicking him off of you.
"Sorry about that, ma'am. The boy just likes to embarrass me. He's just my friend."
"I am literally older than you by 2 years." Kiba hissed.
"Doesn't mean you got a brain in that head."
Kiba's brow twitched. "Run (Y/n). Cause once I get my hands on you, you'll be begging for this head."
"Oh my god!" You cried. "He's gonna make me as stupid as he is! Gotta go, ma'am!"
And with that being said, you began speeding through the streets, Kiba and Akamaru hot on your trail. You couldn't help but laugh, and even Kiba couldn't hide the bright grin on his lips.
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Shikamaru simply rolled his eyes, gathering the new record books from the store that Kakashi needed but was too lazy himself to get.
"What a drag." He huffed and lit a cigarette in his free hand. He looked up at the sky, viewing its vast blueness with creative-looking clouds in the sky.
"I'll just drop these off and then go cloud gazing."
He began his slow venture back to the Hokage office, casually looking around at the village around him. A sudden familiar screaming caught his attention.
His gaze turned to the street to his left, and he saw your frame. You were with Kiba and Akamaru, yelling at the Inuzuka male with an enraged expression.
His lips formed into a tiny smirk. 'Can't help but admire the fire that burns behind her eyes.'
That smirk fell once he witnessed Kiba's arms wrapping around your waist. He raised an eyebrow, but it quickly changed to him covering his mouth to stop the laugh that wanted to leave his lips.
You literally kicked Kiba like twenty feet in the air. The sight caused him to shake his head and continue on his walk back to the Hokage.
On his mind was just your crazy a** being the amazing woman you are.
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By the time the two of you stopped, you were on the other side of the village. It was a place you didn't usually visit since your home was way too far to just come here casually.
What caught your eye was a waterfall, its gushing waters collected in a pool where the floor glowed like crystals. Swimming craftily through it, was a duck and her ducklings.
"Aww." You gushed and crept to the edge of the waters to get a closer look. "Look at the mom and her babies."
The two males stepped by your side and squatted down. "They look ugly." He commented.
"Nuh-uh." You pointed out at the mama duck. "She gorgeous, and so are her 'lil babies. I'm tryna be like that. A MILF."
Kiba turned to you quickly. "Let me help."
You stuck your lips out and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?"
"See I'm-" He placed a hand over his heart. "-am tryna be a DILF. And your tryna be a MILF so it's perfect!" He cheered.
Squinting your eyes, you shook your head. "How is that gonna help me be Shika's MILF?"
"(Y/n), I will be your DILF!"
"Bro, stop being shy and ask Tamaki already!"
The male grabbed his hair and basically yanked it against his skull. "You're f*cking hopeless, I swear." He huffed and plopped on his butt before lying on his back.
"Geez, you wh*re. Why don't you like her? I've seen how ya'll look at each other."
Akamaru curled in a ball against Kiba's side, quickly falling asleep as you both finally stopped yelling. The shaggy brown-haired male placed an arm over his eyes and sighed.
"It's just...It's just..." He groaned and huffed loudly.
"Come on, use your big boy words since you wanna talk about how you're older than me." You teased.
Kiba rolled his eyes and removed his arm so he could look up at your glimmering (e/c) orbs. He swallowed hard at what he felt was an intense gaze, but you just stared at him curiously.
"She's not you, (Y/n)."
"And?" You asked. "Aint nobody gonna be like me. I'm one of a kind, boy. But I'll apologize for making your expectations so high since I am such an amazing person."
The Inuzuka male sat up, his hands turning into fists by his side. "Nobody is ever going to meet those standards unless it's you. Don't you get it!"
You flinched back before poking the male's nose. "Yeah, you're gonna have to lower your standards; not everybody can be like your best friend. You're going to have to stop idolizing me like I'm a god first if you want a chance with a woman."
A smirk formed on your lips as you closed your eyes. "It won't be long till I find myself another devote follower and free you from these chains."
Kiba was taking deep breaths to calm himself down so he wouldn't snap on you and ruin the friendship the two of you had.
"Let's just f*cking go. I'm tired of this place." He finally said after a moment of silence.
He didn't wait for your reply as he got up and left, leaving you and Akamaru to stare at each other. "Grumpy man. He's gonna get wrinkles if he keeps making that face."
You suddenly sighed happily and brought your hands to your hair, tugging on it lightly. "Unlike my man who doesn't seem to get any blemish on his pretty face no matter how old he's getting. I'll look like a raisin before he even starts to crack!"
The large white dog just sighed before getting up and following after his master.
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Shikamaru listened to the rustling trees and howling wind as he lay under the shade. His arm supported his head on the ground with his ankles crossed over each other.
It was peaceful, and tranquil even as he enjoyed the sereness of the park. Only a few people were around, but they were far enough away for the black-haired male to hear nothing.
A satisfied exhale left his lips as he closed his eyes. The sun was beginning to lower, orange and blue mixing together in the sky.
The night would be falling soon, but the male would wait until then to leave because once he got home, he knew he'd have to deal with a hyperactive needy girlfriend waiting for him.
Speaking of his needy lover, he swore he heard her voice again. His eyes slowly peeled open as he sat up, searching for your voice he swore he heard.
A good distance away, he recognized your hair before he heard your contagious laughter. You were laughing at Kiba, who had fallen on the ground, rubbing the back of his head in pain.
The Inuzuka male suddenly gripped your ankles and yanked them, causing you to tumble down. You had fallen atop of him, your hands slamming into the dirt by his head with your legs on either side of his waist.
Your face held bewilderment for a moment before you pouted and gripped the male cheeks, pulling them harshly. Kiba whined and attempted to pull your grip off of him, but he was unsuccessful.
A devilish grin was on your lips as you laughed maniacally, pulling harder, causing Kiba to throw you off of him. He quickly switched position, now being atop and pulling your chubby cheeks.
Shika found himself swallowing strenuously. The sight was causing him to suddenly sweat, a sense of dread filling his chest as he witnessed the scene.
Normally these things didn't bother him; he wasn't the jealous type since he already knew how much you loved him. But that didn't mean his heart was completely bulletproof.
You are the love of his life; without a doubt, he'd want to spend the rest of his life with you. But was it the other way around with you?
Upon hearing your loud, boisterous laugh, he snapped out of his head and looked back over to the two of you. There was just something about hearing you laughing so hard at Kiba. It made his heart clench and his body hot with pain.
Yes, you laughed and joked around with Shika, but you never really laughed like that with him. Never laughed absolutely hysterical like you were absolutely enjoying yourself.
Tired of watching the scene, the Chunin stood to his feet and quickly left the area. By the time he returned home, it was dark outside, and you still had yet to retire.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed something from the fridge that you made and ate in silence, just thinking to himself.
Half an hour later, you finally returned home, locking the door behind you and walking through the house. "Hey, Shika." You called out but didn't stop to greet the male.
"Welcome back, (Y/n)." He murmured.
He turned his head upwards, looking through the doorway of the kitchen to watch your frame step upstairs and enter the bathroom. The shower soon turned on, followed by you squeaking from how cold the water was.
The situation had the male sick to his stomach; he stopped mid-chew to throw away the rest of his dinner and make his way to his study.
Immediately after your showers, you would fall fast asleep so he knew if he wanted to talk he'll have to do it tomorrow. For now, since he was such a late sleeper, he would work on some things for the sixth Hokage.
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In the morning, or should he say the afternoon was when he finally awoke. His stomach dropped when he opened his eyes and saw your space on the bed made.
Slowly sitting up, he realized he had awakened by himself without your assistance. Every morning you would wake him so he wouldn't waste his day, and every morning you made him breakfast without fail. He never asked for it, but you always did it out of the kindness of your heart.
But that morning he rose to a cold empty room. The smell of food was non-existent, only the scent of your perfume that must have been sprayed recently.
Shikamaru sat back against the bed frame and stared at the wall, wondering. The dread that was in his heart from the day before was making him feel physically ill.
He was worrying, with negative thoughts and emotions filling his body like poison in a bloodstream. He swallowed thickly and exited your shared bedroom to reach the kitchen.
It was untouched, everything in place just the way you liked it. A frown etched its way to his lips, the sight of the room adding to his dread.
Quickly he exited the room to shower and change before making his way to his office/study. The worrying was killing him, the only thing he could do was busy himself so he wouldn't think about it.
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By the time you returned home, the sun was setting once again. "Hey, Shika! I'm back; I didn't mean to be out for so long!"
You didn't get any response causing you to raise an eyebrow as you locked the front door. "Shika!" You called out but received no reply,
This caused you to scrunch your nose and frown. Immediately the first place you checked was his study. You knocked on the door, awaiting a reply but once again receiving none.
Instead of knocking again or leaving, you opened the door and stepped in. Shikamaru was sitting atop a pillow on the floor, sounded by books that looked too complicated for you to understand.
"Hey, babe. Are you okay?" You asked him.
He didn't respond for a second before he flipped the page in his book. "Yeah." He said back dryly.
His answer made an ugly look appear on your face. "Are you sure? You don't sound like it."
"Too bad." He snapped, causing you to recoil from his words.
"Haha." You laughed, yet your face was far from humorous. "You wanna get roasted?"
The Nara male flipped a page in his book before replying.
"Go ahead."
Your fingers twitched by your side. "You know I never make empty threats, Shikamaru."
Visibly the male flinched. You have never said his full name before; always Shika or some other nickname. By hearing you saying that, it was like you were attempting to distance yourself from him.
He shut the book in his fingers with one hand and turned to face you. "So what of it? It's not like it really matters to you, right?"
"Huh?"
Shikamaru stood to his feet and made his way past your frame, leaving you alone in the study. "Wait-Hey! Shikamaru!"
You quickly followed after him, seeing him pouring a glass of juice before taking a sip. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as he gazed out the window in front of the sink.
"Something is obviously bothering you, so why don't you tell me? I may not be a genius like you, but I can tell when something is upsetting you."
A bitter laugh left Shikamaru's mouth, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You can tell when something is bothering me, but you can't tell when someone is obviously trying to get in your pants?" He placed his glass on the counter and turned to face you.
"Don't make me laugh."
You bit your bottom lip and shook your head. "Shika, what do you mean? I don't understand. Whatever is bothering you won't be solved if you don't communicate with me. Isn't that what you always tell me?"
It was obvious what you said had an effect on the Nara male. His mouth parted with his body freezing. Slowly his hand reached out to your face, and you let him cup your cheek in his palm.
To your surprise, he suddenly gripped your shoulder and switched your positions. He pressed you against the counter with his body right against yours.
His hands pressed into the counter next to your body while he looked stared down at you. "Am I incompetent to you?" He sought, which caused you to blink.
"Huh? Of course not! Where did that question even come from!?" You replied, but it didn't seem like your answer meant anything to the male.
"Is there something so wrong with me that you need to look for it with someone else?"
You looked at his face, and I mean, you really looked at him. His jaw was clenched, his collarbone ever so prominent with his eyes holding so much hurt.
Before you could respond, he spoke first again. "I know I'm not some f*ckin' hyperactive person like you, but that doesn't mean I won't try harder for you."
"What?"
Shikamaru bit his lip, removing himself from you and showing his back. "How come I can't make you laugh as Kiba can?" He turned back, his face hard and his hands clenched by his side.
"How come I can't change your stubborn a** mind, but Kiba can with only a few words?"
With each word, he stepped closer to your frame until he was pressed right up against your body.
"How come Kiba is exactly like you, but you're in a relationship with me?"
He was so close you could feel the words basically rumbling off his chest. Taking in everything he let out, you connected the dots causing your lips to part.
"Oh my god. You're jealous!? You're actually jealous! And of Kiba!?"
You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh, but it wasn't enough. Shikamaru's jaw locked while he grasped your hips in a tight hold.
"Of course I am!" He shouted and lowered his head, so his face was in the crook of your neck. "He's just like you. Loud,-" Shikamaru licked the side of your throat. "-hyper,-" He kissed your soft skin and peppered them down to your cleavage. "-humorous,-" His hands skillfully undid the buttons to your shirt, revealing your bra that was hidden beneath. "-and optimistic."
You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin. Shivers ran up your spine as you watched him kiss down your naval. His dark brown eyes orbs met your (e/c) ones and grazed your skin with his teeth.
"He's perfect for you, yet you're with me." His hands reached around the back of your body, landing on your a** and squeezing them tightly. "I'm rude, aloof, and lazy. I don't want to ever go out unless you beg me."
His touch was driving you wild, lighting a fire beneath your skin that caused a need to grow in your sensitive areas.
He kissed the skin just above your leggings before flickering his gaze upwards to meet yours. His tongue trailed upwards, stopping once he reached below your chest.
Sloppily kissed the skin before reaching towards your breast and pulling them out of your bra. "S-Shika, wait!"
"No." He murmured against your skin while one of his hands upwards to grasp your throat. You took a shaky breath and felt the pressure on your larynx.
It wasn't too tight, but it was firm enough to put you in your place. Especially since normally you were the more assertive type.
Shikamaru was rather lazy and preferred you on top, so those rare moments when he took control were god-given.
He stood to his full height to stare down at you, gazing into your glimmering orbs with lips parted. His brows were furrowed, and a much more assertive expression graced his face.
Leaning down, you thought he was going to kiss your lips, but instead, he brought his hips lips to your left ear and squeezed his hand around your throat tighter.
You could feel the individual pads of his fingers digger into your soft flesh, and a soft wheeze echoed in the room.
"I'm rather insecure about that fact, so I don't appreciate you playing into my fears, (Y/n)."
You sucked in your stomach and gripped his shoulders tightly. "I don't mean to. You know I love you and only you." You replied softly.
Shikamaru didn't say anything for a moment before biting the top of your ear and letting his free hand snake it's way down your leggings.
His hand reached down to your sensitive area and immediately felt your liquids of arousal.
"I know."
You could feel the rough texture of his fingers rub against your cl*t, causing you to inhale raggedly. Swallowing strenuously, one of your hands gripped his wrist tightly and pushed his hand harder against your private area.
The action immediately made the Nara male remove his hands from within your pants and bring them to your face.
"Did I say you could do that?" He asked, his voice low and coarse.
Again you swallowed hard against his warm palm. "N-No."
Your lovely boyfriend pulled away from your ear and hovered above you. His fingers which were covered in your slick, moved to be in front of your lips.
He pressed forward, and you parted your mouth out of instinct.
"Suck."
You did not have to be told twice. Eagerly you allowed him to place two of his extremities within your mouth and sucked softly.
Tasting yourself at the same time gazing into the male glimmering brown orbs. You swiveled your tongue around them and hollowed your cheeks slightly.
Your hands intimately held his wrist, rubbing your thumbs against his smooth forearm.
"Harder."
Gladly you did as he said, sucking harder and applying pressure to them. A small trail of saliva dribbled down the corner of your lips.
The sight was simply erotic to the older male. His girlfriend, who was usually the more assertive dominant one was in a much more submissive position.
He had you pressed up against the counter, one hand around your throat the other one having you sucking on his extremities lewdly.
Slowly he pulled his fingers out, immediately seeing you swallowing hard and panting. He could feel the heat of your breaths against his face and pursed his lips.
His thumb softly swept across your bottom lip.
"Tell me that you love me." He suddenly ordered.
"Shika." His name came out like a breathless moan. "I love you."
The Nara male's hold on your throat was released only for him to take this chance to turn you around and push your front against the edge of the counter.
His body was pressed against yours, the bulge in his pants driving into your bottom. You could the warmth of his body and unconsciously pushed back against his body.
Shikamaru grasped the back of your hands and forced them down against the kitchen counter. "(Y/n)."
He brought his mouth back over to your sensitive ears. "I want to hear it again. Who do you love?"
You craned your neck to the side before replying. "You, it's you who I love."
The Chunin removed his hold on your hands only to grasp your pants and tug them down along with your underwear.
He could clearly see the clear slick that coated your c*nt and stained the bottom of your underwear. "I never knew you'd get so wet while being submissive."
"Hey." You called out but swayed your hips teasingly. "You don't need to call me out like that."
The older man trailed his calloused fingertips down your spine before stopping once he reached your bottom.
"I should be doing more. I'm not a fan of feeling jealous of others."
He gripped both of your wrists behind your back with one hand while his other slammed down and struck your left cheek.
"Ah!" A cry of pain left your lips as you jumped in your spot. You tried to pull away, but that only received another harsh smack on your other cheek.
His large hand caressed your scalp for a moment before he tangled his grip in your locks and tugged your head back.
You had squeezed your eyes shut from the stinging pain that resonated in your bottom before shooting up your body.
Shikamaru licked his lips while he let his hand that was holding your wrist reach past your bottom and press against your sensitive c*nt.
You didn't even attempt to hold back as you let the sound of pleasure escape your lips immediately after a choked gasp echoed out as he entered two of his long thick fingers in.
His fingers moved at a teasingly slow pace, enjoying the sight of you writhing and panting beneath him. Enjoying how you pulled your head against his hold that was grasping your hair.
The black-haired male brought his lips down to your shoulders, where he licked the skin on your left side before abruptly biting down.
"A-Ah~!" You whined, throwing your head back as you pressed your body as much as you could against the counter
While he marked your shoulder, the pace of his fingers grew slightly quicker while your liquids of arousal dripped down and coated his extremities.
He pulled his teeth away only to quickly place his lips against your soft, smooth skin and suck harshly, the action creating little stinging but tingling sensations.
You closed your eyes as you indulged in the sensation of his fingers entering your body. He curled his extremities, pressing them against sensitive areas that made you become like puddy in his hands.
He was so skilled, knowing exactly what to do, how hard to press, and how far to push his fingers in your body. You've been with the Nara male long enough for him to be ever so knowledgeable of your body.
If he could, he would study everything there was about you because he could never seem to get enough of you.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out only to bring them up to your cl*t and stroke softly. Your hips bucked from his action, already causing you to squirm.
You felt the older male grin against your shoulder, pleased with your desperate, needy response. Nonsensible words and hums of pleasure were the only things you could get out of your mouth.
Shikamaru let go of your hair only to undo his pants and pull out his stiff member that was already throbbing for attention. He grasped the base, pumping himself a few times before bringing it down to your c*nt and rubbing it along your wet folds.
"Say you love me." He murmured against your skin.
"I love you, baby."
Without warning, he grasped your hips, raising your a** up so he could enter his member within your walls.
Your eyes widened, a gasp became stuck in your throat. Immediately you trembled in your spot; desire and heat surged through your body while you squeezed down on him.
You dug your nails into the stone counter, pressing them in as his breathless groans made their way to your eardrums.
"Mmh~." You could help but mewl from it. One of your weaknesses was when Shikamaru was vocal, his sounds of pleasure mixing with your own as his c*ck throbbed inside of your body.
You shut your eyes, feeling the sensations spread throughout your body and already cloud your mind with desire.
Shikamaru's hold on your hips grew tighter as he pushed more of himself in. It allowed for the head of his c*ck to just barely touch up against the entrance to your womb and become swallowed by your tight wet walls.
Instantly you reacted to him, groaning aloud as you weakly grasped his wrist and attempted to pull him away. The saliva in your mouth felt thick and you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in delight.
His action caused a pool of indescribable sensations to form in the pit of your stomach; it was like a mix of love and pleasure that caused your mouth to grow dry.
You pressed your hips against the cold counter as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together, but that didn't receive a good response.
It caused Shikamaru to pull out just as quickly as he entered earlier, the tip left within your body before he plunged himself just as deep.
The Nara male's c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm you were was around him. Completely wet and soft, like velvet forming to engulf his member.
His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. Another thing you liked about Shikamaru was how he didn't just thrust his hips.
He rolled them into you, using the muscles of his lower body to rock into your tight walls. It was so good that you could feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.
You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. The pace of his gloriously rolling hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck as deep as possible.
Your lover knew that every time he did that, you would writhe and cry aloud. It made your body weak, and almost all the strength in your legs dissipated.
With knees weak, you crumpled down, but Shikamaru pressed you ever so tightly against the cold kitchen counter, rocking his hips astonishingly swiftly as if his male impulses were taking over.
Mewls and moans escaped your lips, loudly echoing in the room. But it wasn't only you that was quite loud; the black-haired male was quite vocal as the s*xual act continued.
Coarse husky grunts were being released into your ears that felt as if they were vibrating across your body. His voice only made you more aroused, the overstimulation of the activity already turning you into a mess.
Shikamaru's hands maneuvered around your smaller frame so one could be wrapped around your waist while his other grasped your shoulder tightly, his arm in between your breast.
The new hold on your body brought his large, broad chest against your back so he could hold you closer to him.
It also allowed him to get a better hold on you, enabling him to powerfully thrust within your body. Your hands were squeezing into fists, your nails digging into your palm while you trembled in his hold.
The overstimulation was putting your body into overdrive, a few tears cascading down your face and dripping down your chin.
Your whole body was tingling with every thrust forcing you to clench down even more. You were clutching him unbearably tight, so tight that the male's hold on your body felt as if he was crushing you.
He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.
It wasn't Kiba; it wasn't his other friends, it was him. It was all him that was absolutely devouring you.
His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.
Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hip bone aching from being up pushed against the stone kitchen counter, though you weren't going to stop until you came.
It felt like this had been going on for hours, but you had no idea of how much time had passed since you two had started.
That remarkable sensation in your lower abdomen formed. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.
Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.
Shikamaru swallowed thickly and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hit your bottom as his c*ck pulsated and throbbed, feeling as if he was reaching farther and farther every time he thrust.
Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your limit was there at the edge. You could feel it anticipating being released.
The Nara male's face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.
His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you knew your lover was nearing his own release.
"Shika, I-I love you with everything I have." You swallowed the saliva in your mouth to quench your dry throat. "I don't want to ever not be with."
You didn't expect your words to make the male thrust even faster. He huffed and groaned, digging his fingers into your soft flesh.
"Sh*t." He cursed and leaned his head closer to yours. "I'm so f*cking in love with you."
With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.
"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible but the male heard it.
Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head leaned down on the counter, and gripped its edge tightly.
You had forced your hips slightly backward while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.
Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. Your cl*max was brought to you for the first time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.
You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.
You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.
He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.
The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.
As the lover boy continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your thighs.
With your climax that you had not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered beneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.
Shikamaru could physically feel you trembling against his chest. His lips found their way to the other side of your shoulder, where he kissed and sucked firmly.
And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.
Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick load of his hot c*m.
It pooled within your womb as well as some of it seeped out and dripped down the soft smooth skin of your thighs.
It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.
A satisfied sigh left your lover's mouth as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.
He leaned his head against the middle of your back and attempted to catch his breath.
"You should be assertive more; maybe I should make you jealous again."
Shikamaru turned your body around to face him, and you could see his jaw clenching.
"If you do that, I swear I will have no mercy on you."
